Tea at the piano...

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.

Shell xx

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.

xx