She Sings

She sings, and I pay attention.
She stands there, nervous, and I understand.
She pours out her soul through her voice,
All hopes and dreams and thoughts.
All the joy and sorrow, laughter and pain,

Everything.

Everything she has ever thought or felt,
Seen, or touched, or experienced;
It's made plain by her voice, her tone, her expression.
And in that moment, She sings...

And I know her.

She Laughs

She Laughs

She laughs.

She Laughs

she Laughs....

At me. At my joke. At my words. Did ever such a feeling exist? 

Were emotions real, or did I just imagine what they felt like before now.

This moment. This unending moment, when her eyes meet mine, and her lips spread,

and her voice, like the sound of a thousand wonderful things flows past,

Floating through my ears and into my heart.

My heart stops, and starts, and races all at once. I feel I weigh nothing, yet a thousand pounds.

I feel her joy, and I reflect it ten thousand fold. 

This Feeling...

It is beautiful.

She is beautiful...

And she laughs.