Narrating an unearthly piece, her eyes caught 'mine',
She couldn't see the shadow, but she peered through her glasses,
Taking down notes, with a cheeky smile,
But her mind constantly playing melodic pieces inside.

Hand in her father's, they go for a ride,
A long journey from one home to another,
The sounds fill the air as she sits by his side,
In that seat of warmth she loved to bide.

Small words that held great essence,
About a world of their own, of their consciousness,
About ordinary life, all humane sense,
About science and soul while maintaining prudence.

He came out of nowhere, such precipitous movement,
Fear in her eyes as she turns to the side, the brakes hit.
The fool was harmed and they were safe in that moment,
But she wished for none to suffer bereavement.

It was only a small impact, it would physically heal,
But the impression in their minds, t'was unsettling,
Never did they journey again, the old losing his zeal,
She apprendrait from this haunting feel.