The winds are calling out
Her voice carries his tune
How beautiful of a thing it is
When two artists sync
And lose the blues
When one man's yearning
To find his own heart, is found returning back to him in crossing paths
As one girls voice claims the same
right to fame
"Sing with me my prince.
Sing a duet with me.
Your voice need be within
But let me hear you make the records spin
We will make an album
You or I won't soon forget"
And He spurned her words
As music begets his solace
However, silence begets his soul
And it was when he pried the singer still, out from her chamber of increasing tolls,
That her heart was taken in a trance
"Silence Speaks"
He said with a glance
And her melted fast
Like a wave of inspiration crashing upon her sea side desert waist lands
The colors came raining down to the beat
Of her own heart
Plus 1,
Beating in one Accord
For the I Am knowns how to turn up the heat
"I want to sing. To say one line."
"No no my dear, Wait until My bell rings,
And then it will be phrase 2, Sublime"
"Listen to Your Orchestrator.
Let the yearning build up as I take your vocals much further.
I Am the great communicator.
So, Anicha princess
And take rest in my arms.
Before the next venue starts.
There's no need to rush our art
For at last, we have being in the now
Until forever"
©palewriter
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