The Song

Abstract Imagination

The words dance on her lips,

As the lyrics spill from her mouth.

The beat flows through her,

Emanating from her body.

She spills out her guts, her soul,

On this stage, giving us a window

Into her world, her life.

But we will never know her.

What she feels.

How she lives.

Who she is.

All we have is this music,

Giving us a window into her soul,

But in reality, it’s a mirror

Into our own.

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