Voices Poem by Holly Moon

I long to hear that soft spoken vulnerable voice
Of the one I love.

Long to hear her dulcet tones,
When she's happy and full of cheer.

Or her heavier pensive tone,
When she's of a serious turn.

Her crystal clear chords,
When she's all business like and bossy.

Or the voice that speaks from her very soul
That arrests me by it's very essence.

All those voices, I know so well
I wish to hear.

Voices that encompass
All the strings of an orchestra
From A to Z
And from Z to A.

She drives me crazy,
Drives me mad for her
Her hold on me
Through her chords.

And she does so play a tune,
So enthralling and bewitching
Does she know it's hold
Who knows?
I do know.