A Song From Once Upon A Dream I'll sing you a song. A song from once upon a dream. Though not very long, Yet as sweet as any. About the morning dew and the chrysanthemums. That grew on a flower garden near the forest. With a swing and somebody sitting on it. Somebody from once upon a dream.

Rêverie Takes me somewhere else. Where an old woman sitting on a rocking chair next to the window. Pink, white, yellow, and red flowers spread outside. She sat there knitting for her grandchildren that she loved. And whilst she knit she recalled the memories of her youth. The forest she lived nearby as a child. The mockingbird sang on a branch outside her room. The seasons she passed with her husband. The rainy days she passed sitting on a white couch drinking tea with him. Now she is old already. A smile on her husband's lips when he passed away. She still lived there, the old cottage they bought together. Waiting for him to pick her up, a smile on his lips.

Raindrop The rain is drumming on my roof. I try to make out some rhythm. As I always do. Some are angry. The other soothe them. I listen for a while. I get up and play a song. Chopin's. Kind of my ritual on rainy days. The D-flat major. Are drizzling onto the forest foliage. And trickling into the puddles. Soothing. Pensive. Poetic. The C-sharp minor. They're banging onto the roof. And shaking up the sleepers. Heavy. Dramatic. Rainstorm. I play it once, twice, thrice. As long as the weather let me. Before the hot dry air creeping in. Prelude Op.28 No.15 - "Raindrop"

The Girl With The Flaxen Hair She has a beautiful hair. Which has the same color as the sun and the stars. Her hair is waving, shining beautifully as she ran to her love. Who is sitting on a bench reading a book. A book that she loved. He smiled as she approaches him. And he gave her a flower as she sits. Sunflower. She thanked him and asked what song did he choose. For the coming concert. He said he's working on Debussy's. Debussy's one particular song. That reminds him of her. It's "The Girl with the Flaxen Hair" anyway, For those who are not familiar with classical.

I hear your voice, As I listen to the sea. It sounds just like your breathing, And all the love that you want to give me. This love that is there, hidden. Hidden among the waves, All the waves in the world.