As she sat at her table 
Her imaginations enable
Her computer, pens, and a notebook 
Comforts her, like the main character's best friend in a fable
Making herself escape or lost in reality, perhaps her magical nook  

As she writes it down 
This made her express the rhythms of her emotions 
She may not share this with the whole town, or hear from a lot of crowds 
But she's loyal to her passion 
And to not put herself's emotions drown 

As she also writes
It creates unique rhythms 
It may be black or white 
Or maybe dark or bright 
To feel or hear can be heavy or delight 

But, it can create a beautiful tune 
Just like what we see above
It's like those skies, stars, and moon 
It can be gentle as first love and dove 
And be serene as morning, night, noon

Not only does it creates tunes 
But comforts a person 
And learn a lot from life's experiences and lessons 
Our emotions can be freely expressed, and not be hidden as a cocoon 
And to not burst, or end in an awful storm or sand dunes 

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