The  words I  write in  my poems
are like an open book of my heart.

Long  ago  one  night  your voice
became my favorite sound. There
was  no  going  back  for  me.

Even  now,  so many  years  since,
I still seek tunes of you, vibrations
of  your  truth  as  before.

Yes  your  voice is still my favorite
music. My desired song.

Thank  you  for  not  sealing  shut
my open book.
                                                                                                 Jon York   2025