There are many voices inflected in your own: every intonation an echo. Notes shedding their ashes; cinders in the throat. Something long forgotten now glows. There are many voices harnessed through your throat, remembering their calling— breath burning. Every new beginning: a borrowed melody; a spark of recollection opening. There are many voices inflected in your own: every intonation an echo. Notes shedding their ashes; cinders in the throat. Something long forgotten now glows.
Published as lyrics for Cindervoice’s Before the Turn LP, 2010.