There is a sound that can only be heard as the faintest of whispers. It is a sound that reverberates through you, moving you, provoking you to feel, to laugh, to cry, to smile and remember. It is a sound that rides the waves as the pebbles of grief disrupts the surface of the pond that is your soul. It is a sound that hides within the wind as it stealthily steals a kiss placed upon naked skin. Goose bumps. Close your eyes and listen as countless drops of water fall out of the sky and hear your soul blissfully reply.
And so I listen for that subtle but powerful melody that empowers a lover’s words with a hint of euphoria. In a rush of inspiration I believe, for a moment, that I can hear it clearly. It is a heartening feeling. A sense of hope comes with listening to the sounds of life.