There Is Nothing Equal To Poetry. To Imbue Words With Colors. Texts Soaked In Varying Timbres. Divine Percussive Syllables To Intone A Poem As It Swells And Falls Enamored Words. But More So To Music Is The Mystery. She Holds Meters Sacred Sweetness Conjoined With Melody Words Subjective Music Affective Accomplish Together What Words Alone Are Barren Of.
The Silent Singer 