the baritone fills my ears
walks down the throat
sits as it walks down
deep down here
in my heart
that longs to hear
another lore created out of half slept nights
I wait to listen the baritone
one more time
words that never leave lips
whisper on their own
bow to God residing in thee
and wish a blessed life
sweep off the feet
to realms visited afore
to realms afloat in future
to realms here at this moment…
