The Voice




In whispers behind your ears 

It sends cold shivers

Warming up your undertones

As your voice breaks




When spoken it manifests 

It’s timbre resonates 

Vibrating through strings

The one between us red and silky




It sings as soothing and careless as the wind

That curls your hair this sunny spring

That moves the waist of falling leaves

On nights of rhythm marked by sticks




It sometimes screams

Usually of excitement,

In anger it shifts the shape of sound 

To daggers in my tongue




Stressing the chords, 




The strings 




That sing the songs of future dreams




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