Your voice
found its way
through my ear canals,
and a home too.

I have only learned
to appreciate and realize
how the sweet sound of your voice
echoes inside my brain,
hits the walls around my heart
and watered the grass and flowers
that grows under my rib cage
and around my dry bones.

But of all the words
that rolled off your tongue,
it is when you say my name
that I don't stand a chance.
You curl your tongue
to sound the letter L
and the rest sounds like
the harmony of a hummingbird.
Then it rings in my head
for a while after,
and again when I'm about to slip away
into my unconscious.

Believe me,
even the birds,
records and their scratches,
and the waves,
don't amount to the
beauty of your voice.