The Song Matriarch
She sings the song with passion and authority.
She melts the melody into the heat of the story.
She kneads it to make it pliable and tender.
She fills it full of zest and pomp and splender.
She is a sorceress who converts notes into colors.
She mixes them with spices with all the others.
She directs the flow of the saccharine rivers.
She leads them to the soul as the body quivers.
She is the matriarch in charge of its development.
She is the mother of sound for its enrichment.
She brings the soothing melodies to the soul.
She fulfills her desires to delight and console.
She sings with the purity of the virgin snows.
She increases the intensity as the passion grows.
She is of soft velvet but yet firm and steady.
She climbs the mountain as she is ready.
She gets to the top, but the music still lingers
in the soul of those enthralled and all the singers.
I get inspired when I watch the singing competition shows on TV.
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