Voices

The voices move away from me they fade. A thin whisper remains — of all the footsteps around — in my ear. A whisper turned into the gentle murmur of water on the course of the clear river with your sweet voice. In my ear there is nothing but the song of the blues. But the echo of the dance of the waves. In my ear there is nothing but the warbling of the lovebird singing, singing with all its heart in your breast...