This script is a single solitary soul spilling out words.

A minuscule spark in the essence of eternity.

She plays her twisted bird songs on a broken violin.

An homage to life and love reach out of each string.

Sweet smiles of the butterfly songbird.

She spoke to it in chaotic poetic peacefulness.

Beautiful breathtaking simpleton, so serene.

Glorious fluttering of wings on pavement.

And flashing those emerald diamond orbs so enchanting.

A devil incarnate could nary resist so tempting a tune.

The strung together sounds of a sickened safety.

Careless carefree cool calmness so couth.

Rippled pages of the human narrative sea.

A legend so long loved and memorized.

Faltered fit after forgotten melodies.

Placated sighs for the audience of the march.

Listless flawless stepping to the swing of the bow.

A dance into obscurity with hope of conscious light.