A cool misty day by the side of the sea

The winds off the ocean are fleeting with glee

A storm to the east, a tempest shall be

Take cover under the magnolia tree.

A far distant rumble, a good guarantee

The day light evaporates, a storm it would be

But as quick as it came, I find it funny

The air is now calm again, as is the sea.

Out from a flower, a small honey bee

Buzzes in myrth, and it lands on my knee

It buzzes so loudly, so full of esprit

I shoo it, it leaves me, in a hurried flee.

I wish I could tell, just who I might be

I wish I could rhyme these last words, silly me

I've run out of "e" words, but after line three

You'll still be wondering about mercurial me.

Musical. Magical. Mercurial. Me.