The lady in the rafters
Though her image was slight,
She knew every string
And heard angels every night

Each board was her fortress
Every fracture, her eye
She knew she could either stay here or die

Yes, her world was an attic
Forgotten  by many
Except for the strings
With their love notes heavy

The cold was her blanket
With the fire outside
And the stars always watching
And the birds by her side

The lady in the rafters
Her heart ever light
Hearing truths in her slumber
And angels every night