Ukulele

There is no greater gift than the gift of music
And it is in every sense therapeutic.
An instrument has become her compatriot,
And that reflects in her demeanour, radiant .
Her escape from reality it is, in search of her identity she maybe,
For it is part of her routine, daily.
From the moment she starts playing it, to the very end
She need not pretend,
For her contentment was boundless.
Her heart beating in rhythm with the beats of the song,
Lost she is in the melody of it all.