She passed away

That silent,

Not so talkative

Young woman who had to

Speak three times

To be heard.

She is gone!

That stranger who Always crossed the street

With her earphones on

And listened to

The Lumineers' Dead Sea.

She no longer sets

Her foot on earth

Nor shares her

Dreams with the stars.

That lady who

Strove to find

Beauty in people,

When it was absent.

Yet, did not endeavor

To see it in herself.

The one who never Sought to dwell in heaven

Yet knew- she did not

Have a place in hell.

That girl who

Loved the words

Yet, rarely spoke

And hid her voice

In silence's symphony.

Merely noticed-

Yet, she was there.

So that day

It rained

She, once more

Listened to her tune

And the heavy drops of rain.

Until she stopped

And there was

No more sound.

She was all silent, As usual.

Yet, this time

She closed her eyes.