The tone is bright,
as if a door opened
to show light. You think,
here is one who owns happiness.
The word that comes to mind is blessed.
Though you learn quick that she has earned this.
Hours making choices, making muscle, making music.
She cracks a smile. Though while she got the audience rapt,
you spot something below that. Some deep running tone
that suggests a voice unheard and unknown. You think
perhaps in her best performance or late some night
when stars burn, when she’s a little more drunk,
a little less perfect, this may well to the surface,
overwhelm and magnify her beauty, this true
essence, her music and her friendships.
What you felt in that first moment
was true, though nothing
compared to this.