Perhaps the only thing that could match
Your voices power and finesse
Is water
What else could crash
Like a wave over my emotions
Or soothe my never ending thirst

It’s as if I was blind
And the first color I saw was the vibrancy
Of a red rose
Maybe that could match its subtlety
Or grace
Or the delicate taste
Of honey


If the nimble dancer could soar
Or the artist, turn clay to life
Then maybe they, could turn the night
Into day
Or candles into stars
Or words into far-
Reaching strokes
That turn my heart, body, and mind
Into strings
And my soul into beautiful music