The Organist Poem by Believe Nightmoon

The classical music filled the air

As the organist played the

Pipe organ that sat in the front of the church,

And was surrounded by the birch.

She played the sounds

That many all heard

And sat in the pews

Just to see and listen to her play

As the time went away - day-to-day.

She played the hymns,

They went off on a whim

The church choir,

And even the friar came to hear

The beautiful music

of the old pipe organ.

But soon the woman passed away;

I know that it is hard to say,

But none of them

Did they stray,

For you can hear the music to this day.