the human voice

by walterdoege

language…idioms…words…phrases…in a single word a sound and a song…mellow song…in a single word i listen the human voice…the singularity and fragility of the human voice…the real of communication…i’m not a machine, nor you…neither you or me are machines…i can talk through machines, but machines don’t talk…machines don’t feel…machines don’t do anything without the human choice to put machines in motion…we can talk through machines…we are not machines…I am not automattic, neither you…any human voice souding is humanity presenting itself…be a live talking…be the listening a music…be the read of a book…be the readingscope of sensing the world…in the realm of language, one language, one love…many idioms for so much love…love, one song…sounding loudly all through the universe…the human voice, even when I can not speak…or spell…or whisper…I sense some words…even if can not talk alive with you, i can write…listening the human voice…respecting the human voice…our common home…any word is inhabited by a song, the symphony of human voicing so wonderful words…the songs of love…roll, human voice, roll, and lead me within