But words are more than sounds
And voices are more than vibrations
And every word you speak is more than a rhythm or a rhyme
But a symphony of sound,
An epiphany of vocalization,
A grand orchestra in a great hall.

Your words fall like velvet petals on my ears and entrance my bones into
Dancing the waltzes in which you lead me.
The structure of our movement is like the most graceful and complex string solo,
An explosion of wonderful cries to woo the hearts of every audience member,
And they see the intricacy of all the joints and muscles we use to enchant them.

Awed by the movement like fire, a swirling pattern moves around
Us and into the air like twirling, tapering smoke streams
Of many colors and songs.