Aurora

Floating from one key to another 

Like feathers falling 

Like leaves dropping 

Like snow fluttering onto trees  

Just the Player and the Piano 

In a world of their own 

Lights in the Night Sky 

They all look so Alive 

Making it impossible to Sleep  

So Pretty in the Night Sky 

Fluttering, Fleeing, and Flying by 

It all Starts with a Spark 

Then turns to a Flame  

Must be Written 

Must be Recited 

Must be Remebered  

All it takes is an Idea

To make a Thought  

Normally words flow right out 

Normally thoughts come running 

Writing it down 

Before they can run away  

Sitting now 

Looking around 

Nothing running 

In photo albums 

In picture frames 

They are there to be admired  

They are often overlooked 

For the beauty that they hide  

But look at it closely