The Butterfly Song

Clouds of cabbage white butterflies danced outside the big window as I played the piano this morning.  Exploded from hidden chrysalis who knows where.  I like to think they were drawn by my music, but I suspect not.  All the same, I composed an impromptu piece especially for them….light and dainty as a butterfly's wing.  It's gone now, flit from my mind as quickly as a ray of English sunshine from a Pennine hillside.  It existed as briefly as the butterflies.  But I hope they enjoyed it.