Money had been tight

And hearts had been stained

With wonderful dreams

Like the stained glass windows

With lively pictures and colors

And she would have loved

To dance or play an instrument

But the silver of the flute

Is the color that she dreamt of most

At forty years old

She opens her black case

Tears fall out of her eyes.

A simple gift

it had been her wish

her dream

A simple gift made her smile

That simple beautiful dream came true

Her fingers graced the silver

And her lips touched the mouth piece

She fell in love

Her dream came true.

After crying for years that it would

Never happen.

((and now you know why they say,

"Never say never."))