Plucking strings of particularity - she plays a melody so sweet, the air bends graciously to her intentions.
She's accomplished yet the song is going into new, unforeseen directions - stretched by the persuasions of circumstance and upwelling desire.
This is a subtle fire she is setting alight, like a sparkler's effervesence, her soul's champagne fizzes with delight.
Soaring communications spiral and tease each ear they happen to reach - the smile of her face is a symbol for the quality of mind from which it all emanates.
Her strings of particularity, which now she has in hand, are open to those who may feel adept at playing their own song on her harp of being. A delicacy and sense of precision are required to make her sing.