As heart strings twang like violins' demise,
her ringing words will wheedle wonderful
and wily phrases without compromise
until we beg our heartbeats to be still.
On this bright cousin of a parchment's sheet,
she plies the trade of acid wry insight,
at once enigma and bared book replete
with every style of literary might.
So every time we hang upon a line
wrought by her scribe's illuminating eye,
think of the poet hid twixt her designs -
the dreamer, feeler, family inspired.
In harmony with her poetic gift,
she is the note musicians can't resist.
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