Hush your words and extend your ears to the slicing susurrations of the most adeptly beautiful instrument.

Her lovely fine hairs cascade elegantly around her aureate body. When plucked, her strings can deliquesce anything into pure liquid gold.

Her saccharine voice is full of sweet whispers that sometimes crescendo into a staccato bite—sharp and sudden when elicited by passion.

But when cared for right, the angelic tone becomes roses personified. When loved properly, a man could lose himself in her homely embrace.

Worthy of a devoted orchestra, worthy of a hundred followers.

The instrument had always been her voice.