I wandered into an abandoned church.
The pews were rotting away on the floor.
The stained glass windows had thin cracks in them.
The altar had layers of dust and webs.
It served little purpose beyond shelter.
Protection from the hurricane outside.
I looked around for a place to sit down.
I found a Catholic confessional.
I sat down inside and was quite surprised.
The confessional was in decent shape.
It seemed new; Without rot, dust, or cobwebs.
Then I heard something on the other side.
A beautiful voice said, "Bless me father."
I wanted to respond but I couldn't.
Each gentle word she said massaged my ears.
She hypnotized me with only a voice.
"It has been a long time since confession."
I hung on every syllable she said.
Each letter of each word captivated.
There was power in her grand melody.
"I have loved someone I shouldn't," she said.
My heart beat fast with passion for her sound.
Those angelic tones could produce no wrong.
Her voice was love in purest ecstasy.
"How must I atone for my sin?" She asked.
No words could pass from my lips to her ears.
All other sounds seemed vulgar and ugly.
Let her beautiful voice stand in triumph.
"How do I stop feeling this way?" She asked.
Her words send waves of pleasure over me.
They have lost all their original meaning.
Each word might as well be "bliss" or "heaven."
"Why does love have to hurt so much?" She asked.
A warm tingling sensation mastered me.
I was detached from the world and all things.
This love erupted such passion from me.
"Will this heartache ever stop?" She pleaded.
I could not resist her voice anymore.
I ran to the other side and begged her.
"Love me!" I shouted, "You will know no pain."
Then there was only a complete silence.
I was the only person in the church.
My ears longed for those pristine tones and words.
Yet, silence was my only companion.
