Plenty of times I heard her voice,
But this time there was something different
As she sat in the movie theater seats
Singing to the screen about a love strumming her pain
I felt many feelings that can’t be described
That voice of hers
Starting low and unique like only she could
Capturing the hearts of many as she built up
our anticipation of the journey those short minutes would take us on
By the final note we knew there was no one else like her
A talented song bird with a pure aura meant to spread a message to many
All too soon she was gone
Away from the spotlight she found solace
Able to be herself without the world watching her every move
Allowed to evolve in her own way without criticism
Now when she graces the stage she does so at her own will and in her own way
A way that I have yet to see in person
A presence I’d love to just have one moment in time to be blessed with
Until then I push the button and let the familiar notes of the song play
Before hearing that voice of hers slowly sing,
Strumming my pain with his fingers….
