A walk through the woods, a sound is heard. The wind through a leaf? Perhaps the song of a bird? Walk softly and listen, for perhaps you may see, The fair pixie of music, perform her sweet melody. Be wary though traveler, for her song proves sin. For as you awake you wonder, if it was just the music of the wind. Medium: Outlined in Micron pen Prismacolor colored pencils Prismacolor colorless blender Background done in a mix of Copic Markers and colored pencils All done on smooth Matte paper