
Your words are music to my soul
It’s silent as the falling tree leaves,
Yet loud like the currents of rapids
Your songs are music to my heart
The bird songs and their trifle tweets,
Squeaky sits, and dancing beats
Your laughter is music to my soul
I listen while it fades and lights out
To love again—laugh, songs, and all
For all lovers out there.
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