Get Your Premium Membership

In concert

She had a voice of her own. She didn’t always sound melodious; but was always true to the ear. Her tone was always in tune to her heart’s calling and her mind’s pursuit.
She held not a fairy’s wand, but her own life’s baton.

She was the music. She was the maestro.  

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




Post Comments
Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.