Melody in Bloom

She sits where silence gathers,
cradling a song not yet heard.

Petals spill across her being
not just worn, but remembered
each bloom a note,
each fold a quiet refrain.

The instrument rises like a pale moon,
held between breath and stillness,
as if time itself pauses
to listen.

Around her, the world softens
shadows dissolve into blossoms,
and sound becomes something seen,
something felt.

She does not play
she becomes the music,
a fleeting harmony of color and grace,
where every note
falls gently into bloom.

Object number

011.0860