She SPEAKS Music

From her lips I hear a song I've never heard.
She fades it out beautifully.
Then she sings a song that I haven't heard in 10 years.
She cuts it off quickly.
She then sings the same song...but the sampled Hip Hop version.
The words from a rock song fly of her tongue.
The lyrics from an R&B song captivate everyone near her.
She can paint you a picture with her words.
She can make you dance, then make you cry.
She IS music.


I approach her. . . I had to. Her name?
Pandora. And she's DOPE.


I love her because...
Music is her language.
I speak that language fluently.