Sometimes, I drink my tea at the piano,
I sip in between verses;
Singing loudly! Careful not to spill my cup!
Other times softly, with a whisper, and maybe a little tear...
I hum, and write, and play,
And stay, as soon, or as long,
As the cup.
ps: I cannot thank you enough for reading. Your comments, your silent observation, your visits here are all felt by me, and I am overjoyed to be writing to you friends.