find her (Annie)

she is music when she halts
and still music when she dances
it shivers in her curls
and her blue, distracted glances

come and see the singer in the speaking of her day
in the walking and the waiting and quiet, sleeping, sway
come and hear the music she wordlessly exhale
in her smiling and her staring and even how she fails

she is music when she sings
even more so when she halts
to dream or share the thoughts she has
when forgetting petty faults