The sweet sound of your voice

Flows like honey down my throat

I swallow to intake the notes,

The rhythm and rhyme

The purity that spotlights

The abbreviations

The hesitancies

The wrong notes in my life

The sprinkling of your hands over the ivories

Runs a rivulet through my soul

To elevate the question I am asking

To enervate the task set before me

To escalate the sensation

That my world encompasses more

Than the mere everyday

That makes up individual life

Divide the strife in half…

With your words, with your voice,

With the music you seem to

Seamlessly attain

The sweet sound of your voice

Awakens dreams again

I thought were long past

And the honey of your longing

Drips in rivulets across my soul

To make me feel alive… once again.