HER SOUL,

     A THOUSAND YEARS OLD.

Her face, a look that says she comes from a different place,

A smile that lights up within the darkness, so young but old.

She sings out with an operatic sound, mesmerizing to the ear,

Into a state of wonder that will take you away, watch her eyes.

She presents herself as a little girl, maybe from a long-ago world,

Sings as if she has lived lifetimes, her voice echoes with years,

It is as if her soul could be that of a thousand years old.

                                          Keith Garrett