​The Music In Her Laugh

She laughs,
It's music in my ears,
The sweet kind of music,
The kind you wish you could capture in a bottle,
But can't,
Like the patter of raindrops,
Or the swish of wild grass,
It's a melody without a tune,
A song with no lyrics,
Her laugh fills me up,
And when she stops,
It leaves me empty,
Like the silence of a snowstorm,
Or the quiet of a classroom,
It leaves me waiting,
Just to hear it one more time,
The music in her laugh.