She is...

She is the color of sound,
That evolves with time, Taming my darkest cloud,
She is the art of rhythm,
That soothes wisdom, embracing inspiring poems,   
Cleans her songs and tell it’s agonies,
Of Lucifer’s envies
And the language gods speak.
When she is spiritual,
Indeed her power is lyrical
She bares no miracle, no dimensional mental mineral,
Will not snatch your heart like a pentagram wearing criminal,
She is simply truth that dries tears in funerals,
A harmony of birds and the humble soul of wildest animals,
She is the timeless gospel giving life to the rivers of eden,
Her downfall is lust,
Self praise and deceiving lies,
The gluttony of diamonds becoming a must,
Her sins un-judged, bound by the earth she trusts,
her cries muted by ungifted tongues,
for it’s no longer about her art,
just an empty train lost in the middle of a broken heart,
Her future is holy, a great glory in an epic story,
Born under the beds of Babylon towers,
Where Jezebel spilled wine from a golden chalice,
She ascends from the voice of an emperor’s daughter 
Her rhythm is that of the angel of sunset
her voice heard as far as east of Tigris
Where mocking birds will be last seen,
she will rise, till we realize,
that she is the reason Solomon was wise
to eventually sing the song of songs
in the kingdom of the king of kings
and become the purpose of her own creation
She is
Music....