the sound of her music was enchanting.

it was a tribute to the pride of breathing in this world.

it was a duet with the wind

sun

snow

grass

sky

and everything in between.

 

the sound of her music was alluring.

it was a harmony to its own melody,

beckoning and lusting for attention.

that instrument of hers

was a beacon, a vessel

of the very essence of life;

for she had forged a tune of heartbeats and heartbreak,

laughter and tears,

rain and hail,

seas and mountains,

and everything in between.

 

the sound of her music was magical.

it was her emotions in a song,

true feelings in a different form.

for her heart was

churning like the currents,

deep like the valleys,

dark like the night sky,

blinding like bright rays,

vulnerable like human skin,

unpredictable like each breath,

broken like every other heart in the world,

and everything in between.