Silent writer shifts poetic,
she, whom critics name neurotic;
despite all, she stays ecstatic
trifling shy, a bit exotic.

Watch her pen on paper flutter,
words pour out in a cascade;
not a word does her mouth mutter,
living a mute masquerade.

Streams of passion does she write,
guided by the Moon serene;
recording words by candlelight,
in life a hermit, in truth a queen.