the music played on and on as little child sat among the silent audience. appreciating his art of music the violin she knew she herself couldnt find her talent. sad, she drifted into a daze thinking about her talent-then she knew that it was GOD that had her talent for her. she'll wait. suddenly, the music gave her a heart attack as it rose. the people clapped and roared but she sat still and rudely unable to comply, she left the rules laid down as they were told to her- don't clap to be safe...there was more with that short skirt of hers. there was more to tell but not the appropriate time she thought quickly- later perhaps...
a chirp from a bird means nothing more than a thought
