The power of a voice is
like a light, in the darkness,
if spoken in love.
The sound of a whisper
spoken quiet in fear is
like the softly sharp sound,
of a scissor snipping velvet,
in sounds absence.
The tenor of a song, sung sweetly
in the silver light, in the welling
brightness of the fair moontide, is
scarcely to be described.
the cadence of the laughter of
a child in joy, is a thing to be
yearned for, and ever received.
The tears of a woman, weeping
softly in the dark; an ache in the heart,
a grief to the soul.
The power of a word is like a
bell in the silence, like the light,
like the darkness, and like the
silence returned.
The power of a word is
in the hearts of all, in the
voice and in the heart, if
spoken in tones of earnest
passion, if spoken in careful
thought.
A tribute to the power of the voice.
