One With Her Music
Young lady, dark eyes smiling, gazes soft upon her dreams.
She holds violin, her companion, near as Chopin’s notes
surround her, resonating in her soul, splendor’s refrain.
As music comes alive, nimble fingers wake, restless to float
in passionate motion on waiting bow, no worry or thought
to precision or mechanics. She, spirited girl, creates
in light of love, lifting her gift from God, which cannot be bought;
she understands - blood and breath flow, her energy elates,
great to enlightened ears and hearts of all who listen...admire,
flawless to those who know the meaning of extraordinary -
a priceless gift shared, passion spreading like a burning fire.
Young lady, virtuoso, dark eyes smiling brighter each day,
lives her dreams. She and music are one joyous heart beating.
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