Voices surely do carry
The voice on the other end of the phone
Was like knives to his soul
An alto-contrary
She use to sound like a concert heard in the distance
Drifting towards you on a summer's eve
She sounded like a screeching harpy
Ready to scratch his heart out and hand to someone
As desert
Her voice use to have hugs dancing from her lips
His baritone was just so much noise
Like a passing car with its base turned up so loud
That it was hard to understand anything but a boom, boom
And she wanted to turn out the lights
He use to use his voice as the melody that reached that
Spot
Where she just wanted to melt into him
His voice use to have hugs dancing from his lips
Each end of the phone towers were dripping with
Hate
Now the sound that was between them was so much
Discord
Where had the music gone?
When did it leave, and now all of the instruments between
Where broken
There would be no sounds of hugs from their cells
There would be no sound of joy
As each receiver was clicked shut
I'm glad that your voice is as sweet as honeysuckle on an early
Summer's night
Inviting me to drink deep
I hear the smile in the song in your voice breathing possibilities
My ears invite your tune
My thoughts dance to your musings
I feel welcome to listen as part of your world