Her eyes held the lines of a poem
Words that held the story of her soul.
Her smile held the taste of sunshine.
And her words were pure love.
At the end of the day, she’d sigh &
her sigh created a melody, a song
that carried notes of weariness. Tired.
She was tired of carrying all the sadness
that had been deposited in her soul,
she knew how to turn it into music that she
could dance to, carelessly, endlessly.
And that’s how we all came to know
that she was pure magic. Because
even though she was forced to hold
the sun high in the sky and keep it
from falling, she always kept music
playing in her soul.