|Sometimes she found there were songs running through her head,|
their colours changing as they skipped and finally settled.
Finding a place in her heart and nestling down like cats on cushions.
Some were all about the melody and some
were all about the words
They were a kind of inner harmony to her moods,
adding light and shade to the experiences of past and present.
A bit like dreams...
she thought of it as
"the sub conscious at play"