Voice
A poetic response to "The Sounds of the Hollyhocks"

The stalky lean flowers sitting on the window sill
The more I look the more intrigued I get.
As I sit on the edge of my bed I hear voices
Singing tunes sweet as honey
They speak a different language
But I can understand it

They are conveying a message
In brisk melodies
Calming my mind and lowering my heartbeat
The memories are coming back
Everything that I tried so hard to get rid of

The sound of the hollyhocks sweet like honey
I miss that sound
I will have to wait till next season when they bloom again