Swaying to the music she stands, a picture of beauty
Art is her love, her passion
A sweet verse put to paper
A melodious song to the instrument

She sees beauty others do not
When pencil touches paper, nothing else exists
Living in a world all her own
Life comes to the paper

Swirling rhythms set her heart to dancing
Her feet soon follow suit
Swaying, stepping to the music
Longing for more when the tune fades

Instruments fascinate her
Keys of a piano call to her
Beckoning her to press them
A sweet smile shows as she perfects a piece

Self-assured, yet wanting approval
Her face depicts her lover for art
Beauty calls her
She answers