A poem about music and its passion

She is in the kitchen making cheerios pie he is in the music room clanking at the keys
a Maestro prodigy yet to potty train airing out little notes and driving her insane;
With motherly sopranic voice she climbs the sweet n' low vibrations of love's keep
as her piano babe goes off to lala land, fast asleep on ebon keys of century ivory gold ;
A slight soupcon of happy dreams begin to take effect upon his tiny peeked smile,
while traces of thoughts arise like air balloons, "cheerios, and mother's lullabye"

The sleepy boy begins to toddle towards heaven's veil to that magical place where
daintel angels fly about and make easy music to the sound of water falls in spring;

He is a sapor vessel of beauty
a cherub child
that belongs to the flowers
of the field

Up there in the netherland of mystery and grace is a pianist who died young and
went with a song left unsung. She watches the piano babe and decides to play
for him. The name of the song is "Reflets" her name is Lili Boulanger....
She created the music and lyrics in 1911. Today the music can be heard but
the lyrics are in her own vouch safe world of creativity.

Lost in a perfume of the past the present comes to life again
he is gonna wake up to the arts, some day, but when ?