She held the stage hostage,
holding tightly the neck of the microphone
like a thief attempting escape.
She commands the air before her,
opening a path to waiting ears.
Her mascara is pointed like an Egyptian
Princess. Her lips possess the strength to
break hearts. Her smile is a strand of
rare pearls. There are no others under
heaven to compete.
A freshness covers the crowd.
Paradise calls her by name.
Roger Singer 