Her music was arresting -
Mysterious - Fair
When first I heard it I wondered if
An Angel at my stair?

Pain turns in to passion,
As she larks and plays,
Her gift if you can sense it,
Is for musical arrays,

She's the most exquisite,
Spirit at the keys,
Her music tries to transcribe her mind's,
Dazzling displays,

Raises voice above the throng,
To communicate her bliss,
A riot most illustrious,
No other joy as this.