To the singer.
I listen to the velvet night that is your voice
And think that I may drown;
I fall, turning and twisting lazily through the
Blue-green waters that ebb and eddy
With each note, each harmony and with each
Chord that you stroke and coax, and
The taste of molten chocolate floods my ears,
And envelopes me in a feather-soft cocoon.
Oh that you knew the gift you give
Each time you sing and play, oh that you
Could feel the comfort and the pleasure that
A few minutes can bring, so unexpectedly.
So why, why take this gift, hard-won and
Precious that it is, this gift that is given to you
To share, and to embrace, why take this gift
And smash it on an altar built of shifting sands?
© 2ndwitch, 17/04/14
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