I find that most of my exceptionally talented friends are gifted in more than one area.
A talented musician is also a brilliant writer; a gifted dancer is also a skillful painter; a powerful poet, a proficient sculptor.
The same could be said for Jane Austen. Although she downplayed her musical ability, many think she was in fact much better than she ever admitted. Even her impromptu poems (this one, written for her niece, Anna) shows the sharpness in her gift of writing poetry:
Her wit descends on foes and friends
Like famed Niagara’s Fall
And travellers gaze in wild amaze,
And listen, one and all
Her judgment sound, thick, black, profound
Like transatlantic groves,
Dispenses aid, and friendly shade
To all that in it roves.