The Treasrue Within One Who Is Treasured

20 long years it has been

Since I’ve heard a melody

That could pierce my calcified heart

Yours is a melody of power

You sung and you felt your words

You gave them everlasting life

Those living notes driven into me hard

I could easily make a comparison to the sirens of Grecian lore

Except the gravity of your voice is one I’ll gladly succumb to

For there are no malicious undertones in your song

That was apparent from the start

You sung almost as if premeditated

As if you somehow procured a copy of my internal schematics

Manipulating your sounds to seduce my ears

A gift you have welded into a form of art

I know not what inspired you to open yourself so

I know not why you decided to share your beauty with me

But like Anita Baker, i am caught up in your rapture

A privilege i am certain i deserve not

I must thank you in earnest M’lady because before your most generous gift

I had within me enough sorrow to leave even peter pan grounded

I have since been attacked with your vocalized serenity

So for you i've digitally scribed these words with all that i've got

Without intent you aided me in finding that lining of silver i've been looking for

The song of you is unlike any i've ever heard. May it be sung beautifully forever more

Lastly

I must reiterate

thank you