She always was, still is and I think will remain a subtle soft speaker.
She came with a smile, with small steps
But she came running when tears streamed from her eyes with large steps.
She was quiet with peace all around
But she cried loud when troubles were around.
She knew even before happiness knocked at her door
But she missed the monstrous laughters outside the same door.
She heard the pin drop silence and danced in it
All the loud sounds were just noise, not music, didn’t fit.
Today I know why life has always been so quiet
She’s always been this accurate.