It is strange
to hear him speak
for the first time,
after wondering
for what seems,
like so long,
if his voice
would be
sweet as honey,
or rough as waves,
or alluring as a siren's call,
or joyful as the sun.
And somehow,
it is
all these things,
all at once.
And I want
to know
how
something,
so lovely,
could exist
at all.
