The Cheval Dressing Mirror

Looking into the cedar cheval dressing mirror the aroma of wood filling the air Fingers running across the sleek surface of glass wondering if other worlds exist behind the reflection Then a funny thought drifted through my mind as I pondered on the engraved symbols upon the frame What if I was able to read these symbols aloud? would I be-able to leave this world behind... Hypnotized by the idea, I could not look away where would I be-able to find the notes of their hearts A smile creaked across my lips as I got an idea putting my ears over the strange markings Closing my eyes, my heart hungered to be-able to hear the sounds of another dimension like a conch shell Minutes upon minutes I remained hoping for the impossible Until I suddenly heard the faint singing of a young woman's voice...