L walked under the moonlit night,
In exhaustion of its work's plight,
The lost souls' sadness it truly felt,
But then came the alleviating harmony.

A mother with her girl, not more than five,
Sat amidst the peace of her voice,
Their laughter mixing gently with the notes,
To create a beautiful melody line.

With a mischievous glint in her brown eyes,
She climbed atop her mother's thighs,
Her finger danced across the zwart en wit lines,
Her mother's face drawn into such joy.

She sung a tune in polyphony to the child,
She followed her lead, singing through her smile,
Her mother's left hand climbed to accompany her right,
The laughter filled the room, echoing in the night.

As its thoughts were one with the playful piece,
It realised this was the girl E spoke of with glee,
It tilted its head to see the world in her eyes,
With a shake of the same, it left the place with a smile.