Her strokes remind you of the bright of day.

His plucks are as tender as his soul.

Her colors flow between depth to height, streams to lakes.

His tone is as soft as the wool of the sheep.

Her patience, truly a gift from God.

His devotion, ‘my how he loves me.’

Her fire, a solid burn that is cool of blue and purple robes.

His water, creative servant, ‘my lover can flow in spirit!'