A chequered olive table cloth, an apple tart with cream
And a mug full of Irish coffee, sneaking from the brim
Rays of new sunlight through a colored window glass
Above few long stemmed roses in a tall bamboo vase,
An oak tree nearby, stretching to reach the window sill
And a path down to the woods beyond the chalet's frill
The sky drew shades of caramel and gold in odd ratios
As a puff of air nudged few leaves dozing on the patio
She lifted the bow to draw across the strings of her violin
And bowed her head, eyes closed, fingers contemplating
Like a misty breeze it stirred every cell of her body
And gushed out through her form in pure rhapsody
In the capriccio were entwined her sense and her soul
Her wish to reach out and seek the world unexplored!!
For that moment she was nothing but the melody itself
With a resolve on the New Year day to just be herself!
