Been too long
The trill in your voice speaks soft words into a microphone. A tale of heartbreak, loss.... perhaps regret. You speak to me though your interpretation of life. This slow melody through time dances on the pink ballerina's shoes. Smoothly but subtly your story is unraveled like thread on a spool of truth. Your breath rises and falls... not like the ocean but like the bow of a violin. Graceful and passionate.