A maiden as a sparrow, she
Her hair is full and spiralling free
Petite she is and wears clothes well
Restrained and sober then drunk as hell
She illustrates her songs and I
Feel that range that vibrance high
Time such integrity
in Awe of her sublimity
She can take a song and bleed it dry
And force up into the sky
And drag it here and push it there
She can sing just anywhere
You want to hug her she is precious she
Feels like a rose but not prickly
Like a lace wing fluttering
Her intimacy
Brokered by her ancestry
She sings with courage
And a spirited tone
She wears her fashion
All on her own
Gracious and artistic
And cultured she
Is so many things
You would want to see