entering the breeze catches my faceits faint rustling prepares the ear
high octaves, high hills
mountains
her voice smoothly hikes, ascends
almost unnoticeably until
I feel its peek
vibrations climbing from the toes out the skull, my skull
the now silhouetted peaks hum
from the reverberations of her box, my body
in silence the movement heightens
reaches the pinnacle
the moment when all sound becomes clear
forever vacillating
