She is a song

bright and airy and fluttering

and so, naturally, she is stuck inside my head

Repeating and replaying and rewinding

until I see her again 

and then she is still a song

but not the same song

because she’ll introduce one new

Instrumental emotion

Acoustic idiosyncracy

Or lyrical loyalty

but when she does, even if she’s out of key, she is still, to me, unconditionally euphonious

because although she may quietly transform in my mind with each musical revelation,

she will always sound the same in my soul.

I think of her as a secret symphony

Staining my personality with sonically stunning sentiments.

Because again, she is a song.

More specifically, she is my favorite song,

So, no matter how many times I play her, she will permanently be a mellifluous miracle

And I will memorize every nuance

Because there is no better way to spend my time

than to get to know her.


This is poem I recently wrote about my friend Sabiha. Although this is in many ways written about my friend Sabiha, and even titled after her, this is generally applicable to anyone I get to know. When establishing any type of connection with anyone, I ask a lot of questions. I want to know everything about them. Hopes. Dreams. Regrets. Fears. Everything. Some are off put by this. Others are intrigued. Either way, no matter the reaction, they at least become an acquaintance. A majority will skip this step and become friends.  And a very select few, with time, effort, and some level of understanding, become people who matter deeply to me, so much so that they are inextricably connected to my identity, like Sabiha. And, as these people become a part of who I am, they often become role models to me in some way. For example, I look up to Sabiha because she is not only someone who works incredibly hard and diligently, she also always finds time to care about everyone she knows. This kind of balance between work and relationships is immensely rare, which is why it’s so admirable to me. So, Sabiha, like all the other people I greatly care about, is someone I look up to, and therefore idealize. That's why this character in the poem is almost godlike and compared to a song because I love these people unconditionally, making them almost holy. Then, I also made a lot of comparisons to music, even calling her a song since I find music to be almost as absolutely breathtaking as rapport building. So, in short, my friends and family are very, very important to me, even making up my identity. Therefore, since they are so significant, I just want to thank them. Sabiha and every other person who has had a prominent influence on my life, thank you. You are the reason I want to be the best version of myself, and I can’t ask for anything more.