May 29 2009
Your Voice
When you speak, music flows through my ears
High pitch, low pitch, you possess both
My body moves to the natural tempo
The words create a vivid daydream in my mind
Sentences are beats to an unspoken tune
The rhythm is prominent and ever-lasting
The words become commands to dance
Musicality and harmony are not enough
Your voice puts me in a trance
And all I see is the image that your voice paints
