the voice that lost it's sound

 

So for a hundred years he dreamt
Until a beautiful woman passed by.
Fearing the worst she picked up his book
Sat down, and began to read.

And so taken with his words was she,
She was moved to read aloud.
Her voice carrying through the air
To where he lay sleeping on the ground.

The strange sound of his words stirred him,
And he opened up his eyes,
To see the woman sobbing,
With the thought he’d surely died.

He asked her why she was so overcome,
And she answered:
“We once loved each other,
A long long time ago.
But you grew quiet and ran away
And  years I’ve searched for you.”

As she spoke he remembered now
The life he’d left behind.
All because he’d doubted,
His own individual sound.

They talked and talked
Like never before.
Until their voices became synonymous.
Rising together in pitch.

And this strange duet slowly faded,
Swallowed by the atmospheric debris.
Of  the sound of every other voice
Reaching out to be free.

But for those who’s voices fall silent
Their's, is a secret melody.

WRITTEN : 04/07/95
Copyright Nicholas Treadwell 1995