(Upon meeting Debussy's faun,
December 1, 2009).
The gentle, floating breath of flute,
Melody flitting as a leaf in the breeze,
Pale, lily yellow, tranquil and fragrant,
Bold flashes of color, hints of scarlet mystery,
Meandering through fields of vibrant wildflowers,
Beneath the shade of blossoming cherry trees,
Delicately sweet, glistening honey of the comb.
Pipe's playful frolicking tune overhead,
As sunbeams peaking through tender leaves,
Then burning bright as the golden sun,
Blazing in her brilliant noonday glory,
Piercing the veil of the billowing cloud,
Twirling higher, faster and faster...
Mighty crescendo of brass and string!
Stillness, cool as the babbling brook,
Serenely gliding over pebbles smooth,
Against the trunk of a budding tree,
Beneath the sparkling stars, dreamily nestled.
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