Hum words with pictures,
set deep in her mind,
Colors turn intense,
as she paints her rhymes.

Rhymes open deep zones,
that flow on non-stop,
they carry mixed tones,
so smooth yet quite sharp.

Sharp shadows that dance
inside of her head,
link lyrics with tunes,
sewn tight with clear thread.

Thread made of blocked dreams,
that somehow feel real,
profound messages,
made of tarnished steel.

Steel polished stainless,
reflect pretty views,
finished so shiny,
yet still far from new.

New adventures loom,
with no start or end,
instantly expands,
to somehow extend.

Extends ever far,
blasts past time and space,
intricate designs,
with touches of grace.

Graceful tough lessons,
appear in great sums,
to sketch all portraits,
her silent words hum.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy