I know I can hear her.
She is the gentle wind that brushes through my hair while sharing a tune that is filled with sweet soprano rhythm.
The music is of a sound that whispers her voice and caresses each note like a fragile white petal does the bud.
I close my eyes as my hair waves in directions that frees my soul.
As it covers my face as I look down, covered in tears from the voice of the wind that is all familiar to me.
The tears move like streams and ripples that home natures creatures.
Just like I was once home in her arms as she spoke sweet words of music as I closed my eyes at night.
Just as the moon rose, I slept to the rhythm of her voice.
Just as the sun rose, I woke to the rhythm of her voice.
Do you hear her?