She was a mystery to me. A frustration I could never quite capture with words. So instead, I wrote her into song. I broke her down to bare notes.

And oh how gracefully she flows into motifs and movements. She is 
harmony, consonance, beauty. But I already knew this.

I loved her more for her slapdash arcs in intensity and tempo, her passages peppered with jarring accents and syncopation. She is chaos. This inexplicably divine noise. Of which my ears are not worthy.