She is a piano, somehow binary but mostly infinite, drowning within a sea of semitones.
She is the wind, blowing away hopes of having your way defined as a straight line.
She is quite wild… The discovery of a silent nanosecond makes her laugh.
She is everything and nothing… forcing you to imagine a frame of a rainbow diluted in concrete,
She is weak, she is dying in my eyes, she is gone… She is me.