The Sound of a Voice

How frail,
How breakable
Such lingering, bides
Upon the threshold of sound

A rationality
That listening, to distance
Resonant walls
Cascading relic

A larynx, witholding
An underwater timepiece
The unveiling inner ear
Like a potential widow, mourns

The sound of a voice
Such an eloquent composition
Maintained by one paragon
Inexhaustable calling

How boundless
Such beauty, attends
For two lips to part,
Breathlessly in their calling

For your voice, My love...
Struggling earnestly
Within the realm
of extremity
To implore my response