Maybe the sound I hear isn’t the melodic tone I perceive it to be.

Even angels couldn’t open their lips to evaluate its harmonious wonder.

Let me close my eye lids and feel the abstract warmth of such a rumble.

Low and sweet, sticky like lemon drops, but runs like honey.

If nirvana has a vocalized call to imperative longing, I’ve found it.

Filled with innocence yet keen with fervent passion,

Let me in on your secrets.

Undo my standards of underlying constancy of noise.

Outlaw my mind from onerous thoughts and soothe its worries.

Utilize the combination of your words and whispers to create a

Sound that is sweet and smooth.        

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