Only sounds of complicated feelings
come from the tone of our voice
in complex patterns of uncertainty
it may sound beautiful, but all it does
is vocalize our practiced perfectionism

There are lovelier sounds
in sync with a beat so strong
sometimes it can be heard
all it depends on is the person
and heart's tethered bond
then they shall get along

Here lies what they call,
A Little Love Song.

Aki for Autumn,
Haru for Spring.
I hate karaoke,
Because I can't sing.

I want to fall in love in an art museum,
and gaze at paintings,
and see myself through them;

                 dancing between the lines

       singing among the colours

Your voice:
I hang on every word you say,
Every melody you sing,
Every moan you sigh.
I am captivated,
By the way words – sounds – linger off your tongue.
The way an “I love you” sounds when we are tangled in sheets,
How we are so out of breath it all falls out as one quick Iloveyou.