Soft voice, a little nervous, maybe. Mine has faint quaver I can’t control – I listen intently. Feel the hesitation, feel the feeling, feel the energy rippling across thousands of miles of distance. Soft talk, happy laughter. Laughing out loud together feels amazing. Talk is like the most sensitive touch and flows as naturally as breathing. Questions that feel like invitations. Prosaic talk, small talk, edge of frustration: so very intimate and close –  yet so far. Talk of this, talk of that, and everything is right there, contained in that space of voice.

Voice is all, and I exist only in that voice, am contained by that voice. Though it feels not confining; just the opposite. World opens up with that voice. The magic of curiosity, of wanting to discover…new world. Together.

Voice caresses me. Voice envelops me. Late nights, deep into the night listening to that voice. Voice is my all – all beauty, all goodness, all of bright and shining hopeful wonder. Voice is both anchor and goal post.

Voice pushes me, gently. Nudges me into new places. Lays bare my heart, my body, my spirit with sensitivity. Voice softly: I love you.

More softly still, and yet insistently, over and over and over again…

Iloveyou Iloveyou Iloveyou Iloveyou Iloveyou Iloveyou Iloveyou Iloveyou Iloveyou Iloveyou Iloveyou Iloveyou Iloveyou …

I am transported to stars, and shaken to my very centre with this raw power of voice. Be this magic? Be this heaven? Be this dream? Star fire echoes with I love you…

Whatever else it be, your voice is the sweetest gift I have ever known.