She spent her life painting

Simple melodies on the silence,

And weaving tremendous harmonies

Throughout all of the seams.

 

Her soul arranges the notes

While she dances to tunes unheard,

And she spins her wild poetry

Out in sound upon the air.

 

She crafts chords to tell the world

All the things that words could not,

And her heart beats the rhythm

While emotion dictates the key.

 

But you, you brought the lyrics

To make it all make sense,

And you heard the tune she never played

And met it without pretense.