Voices

Music was in the lilt and tenor of your voice.
A favorite song, I rejoiced
To hear you play it again and again.
Your soft yet firm vibrations
Often moved me to the core.
Even if your words no meaning bore.

Still I yearned for more
of the sound.
A melody without words.

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Working at the kitchen sink,
Our voices mated pressing, rising, falling,
One note against the other.
We move harmoniously
Up and down that sweet melodic path.
The union made me happy.
The blending made me laugh.


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But mutability affects us all.
In the fall, when summer ended,
Our lyrics blended with chores and work galore.

Years later, as we circle round,
Your voice moves me still,
And I will for the sound to abound forever.

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Keep playing, my Dear.
Speak soft and long.
Play your voice on and on,