five quarts of grace
a gentle rhythm with a little quirk
and plenty pauses to slow the pace
eight sixteenth of comfort
two quarts of space
a half full note will just say enough
and fill a heart like a warm embrace
three quarts of waltz
four quarts for march
arpeggiate up for magic and wings
a good measure of what imagination brings
mix it together in an arrangement of trust
simmer for months and be careful with lust
repeat and vary and change only little
don't sing in minor lest she be lost
(c) Jazhara Keon
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