"What is poetry?" I asked.
He laid the wilted petals in his palm. "Listen to Mother play. She practices and practices apiece, and sometiems a magic happens and it seems the music starts to breathe. It sends a shiver through you. You can't explain it, really; it's a mystery. Well, when words do that, we call it poetry."While reading this book, even the five year sat still and quiet, listening to the warm and steady breathing. It was captivating and delightful. Definitely a book we will revisit and enjoy many times over.