3.23am.
She likes a good mix of blues acoustics and a moonlight vocal. A taste for silhouette smoke hounds. Rock mainly. Infused with smooth jazz, a melting reverb, and a groovy bass line that keeps her rolling. She danced like tribal folk. She had you waiting on tip toes. And she was by the door where the fire lights. Closed minds play the waiting game, but she was as free as the wind. A whisper in tongue, she spoke that way. And we played the game of curious minds. She breathes the music, like she was born to fly. And when the lyrics caught fire with the tree, she danced beneath the flames of fate.
