Her gentle  life ended in Violence.
A part of me me that has been stripped, from my life, forever.
She sang like a rare kind of hummingbird.
She flew upon gentle wings.
Looking up to the best composers
Her vocals celebrated the songs which they sing.
A friend, a spiritual family member, and an artistic contender.
Original and true to   the end.
Her visions I shall remember, forever.
This "Blue-Hummer" was a bird who sang true from her heart.
Respectfully, I sing out , for her in remembrance.
I keep my work flowing. As she would want me to do.
To the evil who took her from the world.
Stripped, of a gift.
Her empty spot fills my heart.
That's where evil shall never make a start.