Vigorous.
Passionate.
Creative.
And so intense.

Hidden in the undergrowth
you sound your voice
through hours
in the very middle of the night.

Using every tiny muscle in your throat,
making sounds unheard of,
testing, probing,
and yet so sure.

Giving it your all
as if your very life depended on it,
as if nothing else mattered.

How can such a small being
make such an array of incredible noises?
How and where
do you find these sounds?
Who whispers them to you?

Mesmerized
I lie still.
Listen.
And nothing else matters.

from: Treasures in the Sunshine