I used to be around her all the time in passing, as often as i could manage. So many things about her are still stuck in my head, not least of these is the sound of her voice. Maybe it was the sound of it, the tone or pitch or any number of other things. Lets not kid ourselves though it is because it is her voice that I enjoyed hearing it so much. It has been some time now since I heard that sultry voice. and I feel so much the less for it. As if the lack of it has caused all sound to vanish and I now sit in silence regardless of what goes on. The throbbing heart, the beating in my chest screams out for even the echoing of her sound. The faintest whisper would be enought to light the dimming fire in my heart. While music holds its sway and can still calm a mood or rile the passions. It is a pale imitation of the true strength of sound. A voice can ignite every nerve in a manner incompariable. And without it there is such lack, such silence. I can think of so many many things that I might give, for just a whisper.

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