That Voice

That Voice

So tell me, what I can do

For these hands that you used to make me?

You created me

Crafted me out of your heart

That night-

Or was it day?

 

I wouldn’t know.

I was busy dancing to your good music.

Carried away by that voice of yours…

One that twists and turns

In intricate melody

 

You have me falling in love

With your amazing sound

With that voice, you shaped me.

 

Your high frequency had me shattered.

And from the broken pieces,

You sculpted the piece of art that I am.

You put me back together

To your design

While you had me swaying

To the tune I call my anthem

 

My holy artist,

I have long hesitated

Begging you to take me

But I can handle it no longer

For your beauty exceeds

That which my eyes can behold

Dare I ask you to show yourself to me?

Or do I have you sing

My death lullaby?

Reviews

[Rahul]

I loved this font indeed and your this poem makes me crazy to read it once again...lol :)
very powerful write and this;s really well penned and the pic.'s really good which showed everything what you wanted to say by this piece through your own words.

[Leigh]

Was this the day you were so taken and overcome by music you felt like you were reborn? Where you reached a new level of realisation and awareness about yourself? Or is it Jesus/God playing the piano creating you through music as like the soundtrack of your life.

I found the second line subtly erotic/ sacrificial as you offered yourself submissively to a more powerful being. I may be way off track, but this does fit with the last three lines, meeting your maker through death. All that aside a great write and a new twist on creation and the meaning of life.

[Blue Ivory]

Interesting observation ;) It's more the latter. But it's not about God. More like I'm saying I'm a piece of art. Or maybe it is what you said...I write while hallucinating :P God knows what my inner meaning is!

[Leigh]

There are a lot of meanings there and possible

[Jack...]

Beautiful, melodic and a bit sad. When the music dies, so do we I suppose. But there is still music, sweet music if you just listen. Very nice my friend.

[Blue Ivory]

Thank you :)

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

It seems we have met the same "muse"...lol I completely relate to everything in this piece, and I feel both the burgeoning bliss and the sorrow as well. Your words ring clear and true. I love the writing and the concept. The imagery (artist's hands was my favorite) was fantastic as well. Write on!

[Blue Ivory]

Thanks so much! Honestly this was based purely on my imagination. I can't imagine feeling that way about a real person :P

[Leslie Philibert]

This is a poem with a lot of rich imagery, well presented

[Blue Ivory]

Thank you

[Frieda P]

Wow Siren, I love this one, it dances on the page to your sad melody. I wrote something similar the other day, but I like yours much better. This says so much to how we let people mold our hearts and once discarded we no longer hear the sweet notes we found in that harmony. Wonderfully pen'd, this is definitely a favorite, going right on the shelf my friend!

[Blue Ivory]

Thanks! These things just come to me when I'm on my swing lol. So honestly I have no idea what I was thinking when I wrote it :P But I really appreciate that you like it so much :)

[Frieda P]

You misunderstood me, did I say I liked it no......I said I loved it! :-)

[Blue Ivory]

haha! Thanks.