They said your voice was too soft,
your hands too small,
your fingers too delicately thin,
your stature too slight,
your hair too straight and dark.
All I saw was perfection.
They said you didn’t follow the rules,
your spirit flowed too freely,
your paths taken unconventional,
your mind stayed unfocused,
your beat rhythmically unique.
All I saw was exactness.
They said you didn’t stay on course,
your footfalls strayed too far,
your path too hard for others to follow,
your words randomly drifted,
your solitude too stark.
All I heard was perfect, exact, wisdom,
flowing from the softness of your voice.