A daughter of spring, she finds her home in the rolling country landscapes of the Romantics, the song of poetry and the music of composers long dead. Her soul haunts the streets of her favorite city, until it can be united there with her physical frame. Luxurious mornings, the soft patter of the rain, coffee, the strains of Beethoven, Schubert, Schumann, Chopin and Brahms, analyzing some novel or another and discussing the meaning of life with others make up those things which she holds most dear. Purpose drives her forward, music makes her soar.
The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed;-- The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed.