Seeing Her with Sound

I fall in love with the oddest of things:

pitch centers,

singing voice warbles,

accent twangs,

lidded eyes,

and subtle looks of pure joy and pain and vulnerability when the notes float and flow just right.

I fall in love with overtones and dynamic shifts

minor falls and major lifts

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and I See her

with a sight made of sound

a beauty made not of words but of symphonies, of purity

in a language so fundamental

all humanity knows its name

 

and my world is made all the better for it

for my eyes are merely mortal

but my ears may catch glimpse as she reveals her soul

Reviews

[JulieMorgan]

This is very different than your typical style of writing, I enjoyed it greatly! It seemed to flow like music notes on a page. Who was your muse for this poem?

[Arly Parent]

Actually, I've been a bit of a rhyme-y, more clearly rhyme schemed mode for the past few poems. This is actually what the majority of my poetry is like. Ah. My muse. I tend to fall in love with singing voices and talent in general for however long the song stays stuck in my head. I wrote this one after hearing Kina Grannis sing on some random Youtube video that popped up. I loved her singing already but I kinda re-found her after a few years. Girls with talent. What can I say? They inspire and deserve poetry. So this is more about them all than just the one.

[JulieMorgan]

Music, especially talented voices, is a powerful gift to have. Write on!