An Angel.

An angel came to me this morning
But I looked away.
It came to give me joy
But I didn't want to play.
It came to teach me speech
But my mouth just wouldn't say.

So then it started dancing
So I pranced along
And it broke into singing
So I joined in its song.

An angel came to me this morning
Convinced me I should play.
It charmed me with its music
So what could I say,
With performance of such beauty
I couldn't turn away.

Matthew Robertson
23 November 1998