Voice has power over me. It had the ability to shape an entire perception of a conversation.
Let me show you..
Look with me, if you may, through lyrical eyes. Humans, people, us, we are all but dancing on the wind. The colors swirl around us like ribbons on dusks horizon.
Every interaction we have with one another is just a complex dance; twisting, turning, dipping. Do you see that couple in the corner, dangerously close to eachother? You can see their dance if you look close enough.
A scarlet tango, full of flesh and breath; their hands explore eachothers curves and angles. The hot aura palpable as the mist of the Trinidad coast.
Thick and wet.
The people in the corner to the right, next to the windows. They are clearly old friends; a sea or white and blue like a tidepool in the moonlight. Waves lapping at the shore in a calm rhythm; the sea star and the sky becoming one at last like the universe hugging itself and becoming whole once again.
Cool and smooth.
Thoes two yound people there, at the bar sharing a king-size brownie supreme with candied cherries, whipped topping and fresh shaved chocolate on top; are soft and as pastel as the clouds soft and sweet like sherbet in the sky a complement to the vast pink dawn kissing the outreached earth.
Pure and bright.
Now, be discreet, I don't want to embarrassing the young lady involved anymore then she must be already. In the far back corner whispering with angry hush; you can see that the their girl sitting quietly clearly didn't know Mr. Ponytail already had a girlfriend. Glowing embers of red and black; sweltering and scarring the hearts too tender for breaking. Like the molded apple on your refrigerator you forgot last month; whithered and sad.
The beauty of voice, the amazing complexity of the inflection and tone of one's voice very well control the course of a conversation.
Dances of lust and love.
Dances of friendship and pain.
Now you know why...I am afraid of hearing or sharing my voice. It is too powerful.
--Pandaish