She used music to express her thoughts
Say the sheet music gently resting on
The piano in front of the large window.
She had different sides to her own story,
Say the various different books stacked on
The bookshelf nestled in the corner.
She liked her world to be plain and classic
Say the unused colored pencils
Lying across the black and white drawing
Still attached to the sketchbook.
Her mind was always
Coming up with ideas
Say the well-used journals cradling the
Dull pencils upon the desk.
She needed the comfort of
Her childhood memories,
Say the multiple stuffed animals leaning
Against the wall in a carefully thought out pattern.
Her roots were buried in more than one place
Say the foreign toys and rugby ball
Sitting next to each other.
Her head was always in the clouds,
Chasing her dreams,
Say he multiple dream catchers
Hanging on the wall.
She was creative and unique, they say.
Always doing what she wanted
And changed for no one's standards
But her own.