She heartedly bends the strings of life
Her poignant song is soulfully bright
There’s purpose in each finger stroke
Aptly crafted notes scaling the height
Grooving, she leans on the pedal
Feel the growl as her pursuits shift gears
Malleable but tungsten in her mettle
A soaring life in interconnecting spheres
Everyone in time gravitates to her shore
Her vocal timbre is not loud, just heard
Playing beneath the story like a film score
Dancing lightly in your mind like a catbird
She smiles when mistaken for being audacious
Try but you won’t peel layers of her mystery
Shrewd and saucy, bordering on loquacious
With each endeavor she creates history
You must view her battle with optimism
Like a curious moth you’ll be drawn to the light
Your view changes as you turn the prism
On wings powered by moxey she takes flight
Put her in a diverse group and feel the synergy
When the dust settles there’s a feeling of awestruck
Somewhere in physics comes her mystic energy
She brushes flattery aside, simply calling it her pluck
Ticket 2 Ride 
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