My Little B-B

The way the moving melody flies from the sky 
Cold swirl of ecstasy flying so high. 
My Little Brown Book - a caress of rain 
On light fingers, 
On panes of single glass. 
To touch the keys, 
So crisp, into new worlds it brings us.
The last haunting note keeps the mind 
Afloat around this heavy din of sins 
That takes us somewhere new. 

by Sam