I open my eyes and hear a voice,
No sounds of beat or rhythm.
To the ceiling I stare in empty mind
To her sound my heart will rejoice.
Her words drift in repeat through the darkest days.
Mine will never echo
But shall always quickly fade.
The words she speaks are my remedy.
Watching her say them is like a symphony.
Why record to hear it later and when?
Since I can have her whisper it in my ear now and again.
