A Voice that I Heard

Your voice is as soft as the mewing of a cat

and can yet be as loud as the boom of the drums,
like the clip-clop of a horse's hooves,
a tempestuous wind destroying properties

Like the squeaking sound of a rocking chair 

like the soft gurgling sound coming from the streams 

and the harmonious melody wafting through the air.

Like a furious mob of people howling at each other

Like the music of wind chimes clashing,
waves crashing against the shore
the cry of a new-born baby
the screeching of flying seagulls

like a dowdy worker shouting through the crowd,

the scratching sound of a pencil upon paper

like a terrified scream cutting through the air

and the repulsive smell of garbage being thrown into a dump

as silent as the dreary gloom which settles at night

as soft as the pillows luring its owner back to sleep
like a clock ticking the silent night away

the humming of a jovial worker announcing dawn

the leaves whispering its mysterious messages in the breeze

and thunder booming in the distance
like the rattling of a disruptive earthquake
the hissing of snakes
a mother scolding a disobedient offspring
and the distraught sobbing of the miserable child
like flames roaring to life
like a black hole hungrily devouring everything within its reach

like the dog whimpering because of a furious scene
like a voice that i hear every night, singing soft, sweet lullabies

which are fading into the background as I succumb to sleep.