Why does she do it?
How does she do it?
I sit there happily writing,
Putting words on the paper
When it happens.
Her voice soars from the radio
And I have to stop.
It happens so many times
When I hear this glorious voice,
Nothing else matters,
I need to listen,
Listen to that voice as it sails into my soul,
As it pervades through the ether,
Going on forever,
Until that day,
That day,
When she will sing to me,
Sing in all her glory,
Sing in all her wonder,
As I sit in tears
Listening to her.