Vocal lanes

Rings into my ears every now & then

I feel it on my skin

Listening to something mundane

Her voice turns it into arcane

It appears once unannounced and thence expected

Thrives on atmosphere passionate

Leaves a lasting impression on my mind & body

The music in her voice is such a melody !

Like a bird who sings with no aim

Like a poet who writes for no fame

Like a mother who loves not for a goal

She talks everyday with a pure soul

Hidden beneath the sound are her trials

Concealed from the world are those tears

The silence does what sound cannot

Shining light of a moon when sun doesnot

The meaning of the rhythm, rhyme & punctuations

Is all but perceptions

The love, agony , joy & pain

Expressed summarily by the sound of her vocal lanes

The biology be damned

And the physics be condemned

I listen to her like a starved listener

Her voice that is ethereal, surreal & stellar

I will tread those lanes someday

Listen to the silence & words at hay

Nothing truly matches the sound of her sound

Stealthily I shall be happiness abound.