Sound resonates between us. It vibrates the air, pushing against my eardrums, entering my thoughts, becoming part of my consciousness. I feel this sound, in my ears, the hollow of my chest, in my mind, in my emotions. It sings to me, beckons me, envelops me completely.
A wondrous instrument gives birth to this sound. With a broad range and ability to create subtle undertones whilst maintaining perfect pitch, I listen, enthralled for hours on end. I strain my ears to catch each stanza, replaying the music in my head to digest the complex notes and innuendos within. For each note crosses the moat of space with meanings attached.
Threads of images, words, and formless emotion are woven, entire tapestries created by the rich sounds crossing the space between us. Sounds become stories of fantasy, foundations of encouragement, bubbling brooks of laughter, dreams of the future, hoarse cries of passion.
You speak the sounds that move me. Your voice is the instrument that fills my head like a halcyon sigh. Your words etch into my mind, forming new pathways of thought, association, and memory. Dreams are created, hopes ignited, fires flickering in time to the cadence of your voice.
Deprived of sight, touch, taste and smell, my hearing compensates, amplifying the sounds, responding to the melodic tones, sweeping me away in the current of your words. I breathe your imagery in, taste the flavor of meaning, caress the thoughts put to music, while elusive you dance before my inner eye.
Sound swallows the world and swamps my senses. The themes conveyed become more defined and real as time progresses. Texture, flavor, color, and richness are rewoven into this aural fabric. I feel the depths of these words, these sounds. I feel the comforting weight and warmth as I pull it close to me, around me.
A counter melody sings back to you desire and a growing understanding. The hues painted are different, but complementary, becoming brighter as your voice coaxes more and more out of me. Resonance provokes reaction; repetition and variation deepen it swiftly. Bathing within these alluring liquid curtains of shimmering sound, I evolve. Stretching, I bask in the sensations accompanying this evolution.
Distance keeps all but hearing at bay. Focusing on sound, I am amazed and delighted to feel myself imprinting to your seductive voice.
[© 2007 Joseph Wheeler, all rights reserved]