A slightly Native American type poem.

Silver's flute is calling thru the night,
dulcet tones in pure moonlight.
Love and kindness within each sound
A more peaceful gift cannot be found.

She sends the music as soft as touch,
to reach those who need carressed as such.
Her music encircles many a heart,
to bring great joy from her simple art.

Her face seems alive with each note called.
Her song echoes thru forest, hill, and hall.
It reaches every creature there
Silver's love and warmth to share.