Voices surround me in a thousand ways
Some melodious, some melodramatic
Some reach out-touch a chord
Deep down in my heart
Urging me to keep in touch
To focus, to tell all.
Dawn is dotted too with bird song
Sounds at different levels, persistent,
Persuasive to get me out
Of the unnecessary languor
To move, to love, to touch and hear
And to talk, free of rancor.
Some tense me and some tease
And thrill, for, life is indefinable
Nor straight jacketed
In voices lightly dark, dark and bright
Some strange and muffled
Yet differently reflected
Voices in nature fill
The world of men and matters
And creatures not all known.
Voice- a boundary of thin chords
Between now, never and ever
Gets slowly crucibled
Into an inner sound of silence
Penetrating, pulsating, permeating
An inexplicably ennobling Voice.