Her heart was a clock.
Each second she was able to hear it she kept hoping to not run out of time.
Her toes shook as rattles each time she would pop the joints.
Her eyes closed like wings of a bat flapping to keep from falling.
And her lips smacked like the waves of an ocean hitting the coast.

Rhythm was her life.
Every minute was fifteen measures each as important as the last.

She was a masterpiece.