i love to hear your voice
inside my skull
while tears are rolling down my face, it lifts me up, shows me the bigger picture:
a reassuring strangers voice saying
“it's okay, I’m lonely too"

i love to hear your fingers hitting keys
and strings
of instruments made by people years ago,
melodies sprung from your head.

i love the sound thats heard when the air passed through your lungs erupts in brassy, airy tones-
emotions...
emotions, i never knew i had

i love to hear the songs you wove from notes and pitches,
long nights, feelings, people
all your life led up
to you
creating this

and i can hear it now.
echoing off my bones through a pair of plastic pieces to my heart