Without all I did hear, I will remain to feel fear. Without the words of comfort Crawling from a throat of silver, Without the notes that caressed my worries to be null, I have become The very emotion, black as the abyss in me. Your stare accompanied your song, Your face showed a complexion so long In its expanse, for there was much for the awareness Of my own stare. How far do your breaths extend Over lands that falter in a drought? I have thought the world divided in my place, While it was only ever divided in me. Your breath soothed my aching spirit, Calmed my trembling hands, Your voice carries me miles across The distance between myself and the storm, Where I had conquered the fears That are so engulfing, now. Love holds one forlorn kiss To catch in another's voice.