The Songstress, sculptor of heart’s melody
Arrayed in a heart-born mantle of sound
And artistic inspired lyric bound
By the chords of her guitar, til set free
By nimble fingers. In a canopy
Of muses’ gift she is enthroned and crowned
The Songstress; sculptor of heart’s melody.
Arrayed in a heart-born mantle of sound
She uses the music, crafts energy,
Pulling golden-tongued notes and words around
her. She is weaving her cloth of harmony,
The Songstress; sculptor of heart’s melody
Arrayed in a heart-born mantle of sound.