Derived from sound

Waves cascading along my walls,

Relentless sound among the parted air.

Her words within those that brought me there,

On paper, they were elliptical tipped lines she scrawled.

She comes about with every pitfall,

Quintessence of human nature, only flawed by her rhyming pairs.

After all it was her that saw me there.

Her bitter end is my harrowed call.

Characterized by the way she sways. Ups, downs melodic in way.

Without which none would be the same, she is the music of day.