She is always seen with her violin
She walks as if she is afraid of stepping on the ants.
I welcomed her with my knight-errant grin
With my left hand hidden in the right pocket of my denim pants.
May I play something from Beethoven?
She is so divine as she confessed to me, a virgin.
I nodded and she brought out the sheet
With all the notations on it.
And she smiled as she played.
Ludwig van Beethoven (1770-1827)
Then, she showed me his picture.
She regarded him with glints in her beautiful brown eyes.
Should I play you a record?
Is it Classical or Jazz?
No. It is Rock music.
She made a funny face as she nodded.
The screaming guitar and screaming singer hit her eardrums.
She grimaced as if she was enduring some pains.
I have to go. We have to perform Handel's "Messiah" this Christmas.
I grinned as I escorted her to the Morocco Bus Stop.
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God bless you for appreciating His good works.
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