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© Maximilian Ruiz Sirkia 2024
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