Listening to the cadence in your voice
lets me know that even the best have
their bad days. You can’t be on all the
time—I know that—but the sound in
your throat throws me. It makes me
believe magic is unlimited for those
who know how to tap in. Teach me
how to tap in.
I feel like a fraud standing next to you
and him and her and every one of them
who can sing, and my god, can they sing.
Octaves of grace that move me like a
choir lifting its broken voice in defiance
of God. Meanwhile, I just hope that I can
make a joyful noise.
Void Engineer 