Crystal sings with a finger’s tap
Little knowing her fragility, perhaps
Singing softly in Skin’s beckoning
Caress invokes her clear serenading
Champagne sweetens a transparency
Bubbly secrets in dresses fancy
Seems so happy in her opulence
Pure vessel evades her own avoidance
But that din dies in the echo
As it sighs in the prolonged hall
She just stares with her mirror-eyes
With keys murmuring her notes a-fly
Creation so delicate savors each moment
Whether Light’s refraction or Audio’s bent
Hold her tenderly when kissing her cheek
For she’ll break with her nature weak
Poetry