Your Voice

I want to hear your voice
but it is no more yours
than the whistle of soft wind
blowing through the tress 
is mine

I want to hear your voice 
but it is no more yours 
than the pitter-patter of the gentle rain
falling on my window pane 
is mine

I want to hear your voice 
but it is no more yours 
than the splash of homeward bound waves
crashing onto the shore 
is mine

I want to hear your voice 
but it is no more yours 
than a lover's wishful sigh 
reaching his beloved ear 
is mine

I want to hear your voice 
but it is no more yours 
than the sweet laughter of a child
echoing that of his mother's 
is mine

Your voice
Father
no longer belongs to you
but rather to the grand orchestra
playing nature's music 
seeping through 
My Life 
Conducted by God's hand

I hear your voice no more
But your music still plays on 
and will for evermore
inside my heart
inside my core