what i say, ain't what i mean.
don't you know that by now?
i talk because it's so beautiful, the sound i make.
listen, hear it? that was the sound of my voice.
beautiful, wasn't it? and now, listen to me now.
so flowing, so meaningful, so measured.
how do i do it? i've been wondering that for years.
but, it's great, isn't it? there it is again!
that melodious, trumpeting voice that is mine.
and no other's.

ahhh, how do i do it?

i just open my mouth and it spews forth.
the words don't matter, it's the velvet voice.
that chorus of wonderment and awe.
in Nature there can't be another, not like mine.
just can't be.
i think if i yawned, a piece of Haydn would flow.
but, you know, it's most important what you think.
you're the one that counts.
you're the target of my voice.

i hope for you it's the softest sound ever heard.
for you, i hope my voice isn't blurred,
by my vaulted ego, and that, instead, it stirs
your heart and doesn't disturb
that softness that makes you ... you.

03/22/2005

Posted on 03/22/2005
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