Whats in a voice?

A beautiful voice, a sweet, melodic voice

That makes it so moving?

It seems to be the things you can’t hear

And your singing voice is the master of silence and secrets

You haven’t spoken to me since July

But your voice has gotten louder every day since then

Time does go by

It just hasn’t taken me with it yet

And I wrote the sweet notes to your sweet voice

What words I kept inside then

So much we destroyed in the name of power

Which mended in moments of exasperation

In those moments of hope and doom

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