Sometimes She Sings

by Purple Sky Juliet

The birds do not stop to listen when she sings. They do have the courtesy to not drown her out, however. Slight Gadge. Drabble.

Sometimes she sings.

She doesn't do it often. She much prefers the way the piano keys glide beneath her fingers and the way the tones, both high and deep, resonate out of the piano. She closes her eyes then and can get lost in the intense, rich, sweeping range of the notes the keys command.

Her voice never has such incredible range, nor is it intense and rich. Her voice is delicate, soft, sweet. The lyrics she sings are just above a whisper. The birds do not stop to listen when she sings. They do have the courtesy to not drown her out, however.

Her voice is not powerful, her voice is not able to mimic sounds. She is not a mockingjay, or any form of songbird.

But when he catches her singing on her balcony when he comes to sell strawberries, he can't help but think it's one of the most beautiful things he's ever heard.