"The Music Box"

If you love something cherish it,
 Treat it with care.

If not, when you are older,

It will no longer be there. 

~jenny

Clair De Lune

Your soul is as a moonlit landscape fair,
    Peopled with maskers delicate and dim,
That play on lutes and dance and have an air
    Of being sad in their fantastic trim.

The while they celebrate in minor strain
    Triumphant love, effective enterprise,
They have an air of knowing all is vain,—
    And through the quiet moonlight their songs rise,

The melancholy moonlight, sweet and lone,
    That makes to dream the birds upon the tree,
And in their polished basins of white stone
    The fountains tall to sob with ecstasy.

~Paul Verlaine

Clair De Lune -Liberaci (Click to Play)

My Funny Valentine

My Funny Valentine (Click to Play)

 Ella Fitzgerald

My Rock

 Baltimore Oriole- Hoagy Carmichael (Click to Play)

As I look out of my window at the birds eating the left over apples from off of the apple tree out in the yard, I can't help but to think, that even during the coldest and harshest of Winters God still provides food for all of the little birds. 
His eye "is" on the sparrow.

 "Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or stow away in barns, and yet [God] feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? (Matthew 6:26)
 

The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my Savior, my God, my rock in whom I take refuge, my shield, and the strength of my salvation, my stronghold. 
(Psalms 18:2)