She is the personification
Of beauty in motion.
She is the notes on the sheet
That guides the drummer’s beat.
She is the scent of the rose
Come, let her tease your nose
She is a soundless song, hear it
And lose yourself in its beat.
She is the flood waters of Jordan;
She parts only for the honor of man.
She is the oasis in the dessert
Found only by the stout heart.