By what she was.
The way she walked and weaved through the old trunk of forgotten trees.
They way the trees stood prouder after she had past.
So unlike any instrument, but it was more incredible then anything I've ever listened to.
I play and play and play until I felt empty inside,pain slipping from me like mist.
" G'd day Oliver, may I try the pipe? " asked the girl.
I thought of this was all I'd escaped with beside the clothes on my back and my life.
Then silence again, I felt to exhausted to react to these bizarre happenings and I crawled back towards my hiding spot.
I was enthralled.
By what she was.
The way she walked and weaved through the old trunk of forgotten trees.
They way the trees stood prouder after she had past.
Her ginger touch, powerful enough to unearth the strangled memories that in the darkness of our minds
I was enthralled.
By what she was.
G'd day Oliver, may I try the pipe?
The memory made me clutch the flute protectively and shook me head in response.
" Ahh. I do understand, not to worry, Oliver Rybbidle, everything will be alright." She said wisely, as she stood.
And it is called the Forest Sonata, You will learn.

Her worn dress pushing against my spirit and her bronze curls bobbing through my dreams.
It began to rain... the little drops hitting the leaves that still swirled around her. Each time a drop touched the leaves a note, indescribably beautiful note, played out. Soon, a melody emerged. So unlike any instrument, but it was more incredible then anything I've ever listened to.
I squeezed my eyes shut. I play and play and play until I felt empty inside,pain slipping from me like mist.
" G'd day Oliver, may I try the pipe? " asked the girl.