Ginkgo trees sway when she walks

Silent melodies play of solitude

And joys that were long gone

Old red brick buildings older than she herself

Reflect her past, her present, her future

It confines her to her seat

She stays by the window

Waiting

for maybe a call from her son

Maybe some attention from her daughter

For everyday when she would wait

Her hair would get grayer

Her skin would get paler

Songbirds ceased their song

The wonderful melody 

Of her children in red scarves 

And snow falling to the ground

Finally she hears a sound 

From the window where she wait

The soft sound of piano

Ringing through the streets

Her soul drift past the ginkgo trees 

Through the red brick buildings

She rejoiced to the music

The elegant music

The air was chilly

The sound was scary

And her soul danced

To the last beats of the song