An idea, an intention uttered out in words
The complex movement of my lips effuses
Sounds you recognise and sometimes comprehend,
Rolling my tongue pressing it against my teeth
The muscles of my jaws define the perfect aperture
For my exhale to hit the exact note, create
A symphony played by a sole limber instrument
A voice, able to share a thought convey a feeling
Bequeath stories of experiences and truths,
To succeeding humanity for past not to be lost
In unspoken evanescent vibrations streaming
Away in inconspicuous oblivion, evolve.
Your ear is the witness of my existence
My vocality its evidence its ripples my impact
Its reverberations, my legacy.
[Featured painting: Hyperrealist Lips by Hubert De Lartigue]