For A-

The sweet softness in the timbre of the instrument
Moves me so I don't notice the dropped notes
The warmth of a cello in a master's hands
And the clarity of a solo flute
It's a mother's voice in a lover's body

The gentile luminosity of the stars in heavens skies
Reflects in the depths of the earth's oceans
As welcoming as a velvet blanket
And the color of a doe's eyes
Hers have a demon's intensity and a saint's serenity

The rolling waves of the sea crash upon her shoulders
With the night time tide of her hair
She is the earth and sky,
Art and music,
And the warm waters of a sable night