Sometimes the questions are complicated

and the answers are simple.

She is cloaked by the shambles of cryptic words that are painted on her skin.
Trimmed by the letters that are carved on her bones.
Framed by rhymes that are submerging on her blood.
Harmonized by the melody playing on her veins.
And it's amazing how she can compose a perfect ballad,
simply through the pattern of her breathing.