At fourteen springs She channels centuries Through fingertips that dance With ageless grace Watch how: Time dissolves in melody Youth becomes wisdom Notes become light And music remembers itself The Allegro rises Like morning sun Through her playing As natural as breathing Here: Age is just a number While artistry flows Like water finding its path Down mountain slopes Notice how: The salon awakens Not just to morning But to eternal spring Through young hands This is how beauty travels: Through generations Through moments Through hearts that stay open To wonder PS: The morning birds Are taking notes On perfect pitch (Rather impressed, These ancient critics!)
At fourteen springs
She channels centuries
Through fingertips that dance
With ageless grace
Watch how:
Time dissolves in melody
Youth becomes wisdom
Notes become light
And music remembers itself
The Allegro rises
Like morning sun
Through her playing
As natural as breathing
Here:
Age is just a number
While artistry flows
Like water finding its path
Down mountain slopes
Notice how:
The salon awakens
Not just to morning
But to eternal spring
Through young hands
This is how beauty travels:
Through generations
Through moments
Through hearts that stay open
To wonder
PS: The morning birds
Are taking notes
On perfect pitch
(Rather impressed,
These ancient critics!)