Her singing reached a level deeper- Nature's unspoken parameters sung. The waves foamed and crashed Their soulless masses on the shore, But suddenly in rhythm with Her song- did something more.
We could see then, the sea Having nothing to hide, neither did she. She simply sang. But the sea would have nothing to say Or so it seemed, until her song Made poetry from its spray.
For it was her voice telling Truth and story that given day. Her music, more than the sea Was how Mother Nature We recognized, unmistakably. Every time she sang.
The gray clouds given their silver lining, The sun brought to its setting place and time, Her sublime independent singing spirit Personified sea, shore, and sky. And we knew it every time she sang- There was no other way or reason for her, And for those like her, who only feel alone When the music stops.