She sings to a world filled with life,
But with strife comes the harsh and dreary.
Barring the bare bones of herself,
She plays on.
The sounds of sweet melodies and harmonies intertwining,
The boldness of her foray into the darkened world.
Shine, even though the bleak storm clouds approach,
Not far behind.
The only sound warranted is hers,
Keeping at bay the noise of the world.