It’s been quiet for so long. Who knows how much time has passed Since the last strains of melody Faded from hearing Moving through a world full of light and life But still And so I have also moved through this world In silence Making no sound
I had almost forgotten the feeling Pressure waves against the eardrums The nervous energy of recognition The joy of song, of sound Until you Resonant, radiant you Brimming and bursting with song Electric, alight, alive And as your music falls on my ears I rediscover my voice
How is it possible to be so attracted to the way someone strings words together?