Love’s Music

He sings softly
in the kitchen
stops to talk quietly
with the dogs-
Does he know I listen?

I listen to it all:
the rhythms of his footfalls
the thudding of his hammer
his breathing as he reads
his bass-rumbly laugh
his sleeping breath’s
susurration and rasp
the murmur of his voice
as he talks to his daughter
on the phone in the kitchen.

It’s all music
written in the lines
at the corners of his eyes
disappearing into his beard
where they go
before they run
straight into
the heart of my heart.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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