As usual, she made her way on the stage in front.
No one noticed until she made her main stunt.
She gently strums the strings of her wooden guitar
Their eyes glued onto her, even someone from afar.
A timid lady she was, so her voice took care.
The gentle breeze of music lingered in the air.
The sound of a flower was given its liberty again.
for a minute to bring back, all creation's lost sane.
Everything halted and listened for a moment.
All went plain. No bliss, neither ire nor lament.
Between euphoria and melancholy was her music.
All bowed down, from the godly to no magic.
Gave the hopes to the deaf, the blind, and the amputee,
Even the rich and the tyrant felt they were guilty.
The divine war between evil and good went silent.
In every one, brought compendious atonement.
No one could hear any other than its tranquility.
But there was a distinct sound that was hidden secretly.
The words she couldn't utter, her guitar wept it gently
She couldn't wail so she was sobbing silently.
Everyone sees her as the meaning of aesthetic.
A mix of joker and Aristotle, a complete package.
She was a mortal but her voice is beatific.
But her unconditional love for one put her in a cage.
Unfortunately, her lover was numb and blind.
Until one day she knew she had enough.
He was a casanova so she left him behind.
Even though her decision was tough.
Checkmate, the king was alone when the queen was gone.
But she knew her wait for him was not yet done.
Jack the Ripper was still looking for her and hadn't given up.
So she'll always sing that song for her first love.
