Do you know the sound that cuts through the air,
When words falter and emotions declare,
The sorrow that lingers, the pain it bears,
The saddest sound is a voice's tearful snare.
Why is it that this fracture we hear,
Stirs the depths of our soul, raises all our fear?
As if time stops, and the world turns to gray,
When a quiver betrays a heart in dismay.
A symphony of sadness, such a harmonious strain,
That pierces the air, leaving none to refrain,
It resonates deep, reverberating within,
The devastation of a soul that's worn thin.
The crack in a voice, it speaks volumes untold,
Of battles fought inward, hearts that unfold,
Secrets are whispered, hidden from view,
In the trembling murmurs, barely breaking through.
Like a fragile porcelain poised to break,
The human voice struggles, a desperate quake,
It's in these moments we see the truth unfold,
When vulnerability takes its stronghold.
Such sorrowful eloquence wrapped in despair,
Words hesitate, hang heavy in the air,
With every crack, a heartache bleeds,
And unshed tears, beg to be freed.
For in that waver, that fragile plea,
Lies a story untold, a world we can't see,
The weight of a lifetime carried within,
A voice cracking open, screaming akin.
It carries the weight of countless cries,
Battles fought silently, demons paralyzed,
The voice of a child longing for love,
Or a lover left desperate, searching above.
The crack in a voice is an oratorio of woe,
And we are but spectators, helplessly aglow,
As the notes of anguish dance on our ears,
We feel their pain, their trembling fears.
And yet, amidst this melancholic sound,
A silver thread of hope is often found,
The crack that exposes a soul's fragility,
Also unveils its strength, its resilience, how it can be.
For in the fissures of a voice's despair,
Lies the power to heal, to ensure a repair,
In the quivers that tremor, a flame still burns,
A testament of life, of perseverance learned.
So let us not fear the cracks in the voice,
But embrace them as choices, a courageous noise,
A reminder of our humanity, so tender and true,
That even in our sorrow, we find strength anew.
For the saddest sound is not only of loss,
But the spark that ignites, refuses to exhaust,
The symphony within, that only the brave,
Can sing with a voice that both weeps and saves.
In that crack, a beauty fierce and ethereal,
In that fragile quaver, something spiritual,
For a voice on the verge of tears holds a power untold,
To mend the broken, to transform the cold.
So let us listen, truly listen with our hearts,
To the saddest sound, where healing often starts,
And may we find solace in the cracks we hear,
For in that moment, true empathy appears.