a song for nippy

can you see her?

close your eyes

and allow

the beautiful bright smile,

pony tails,

barrettes

to fade into view.

can you hear her

honing her craft~

until the tender age of eleven  

and that first solo 

with the church choir?

now imagine the voice 

of an angel~

set forth on gossamer 

wings of desire...

soaring through hearts

that pound syncopated beats

while the child of promise

delivers a message

to them all.

"i will be heard."

she shook the world

with a soprano gift

that captured the minds and souls

of all that drank

her musical sonnets.

yet with powerful 

and commanding

chords

to charm the senses,

her soul was solemn.

behind eyes of innocence

lurked the one frailty

we all endure...

loneliness.

where did her broken heart go

to find refuge?

was it able to fend off

the slings and stones

formed by the solitude

built over time?

was it able to defer the attacks

borne of insecurity

and misunderstanding?

all that's left,

is the memory 

of star spangled pageantry

and the hope of joy in the morning.

the slight child,

with voice so captivating...

now a flicker

on the horizon of yesterday.

sleep well dear princess

and awaken to harmonize

with those

that have arrived before you.