Your Color, My Voice

This is an era where voices are visualized.
Everything should be visible, yet
more things are being hidden.
Visible voices are unseen,
and audible voices do not reach.
In short, it is a world where everything can be hidden.
Things that exist vanish as if they never existed.

Voices are meant to be heard, but
I want you to see them.
I want you to feel them.
Because my voice is something that vanishes even though it is visible.
Turning poems into songs, songs into melodies, melodies into voices,
everything should be visible, yet
voices sometimes vanish, and their forms become ambiguous.
To me, a voice is something that
even though it is visible and audible,
escapes when I reach out for it.

Why won't you try to see?
Why won't you try to listen?
Why can't we draw closer?
This world that should be beautiful
wavers and fades away in an instant.
Can one reveal their own color, or can it also vanish?
What color is yours?
Show me your color.
Let me hear your voice, too.
Let me draw close to a warmth that will not fade.
Please,
let me hear the voice that cannot be seen.

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Light wavers, and colors bleed.
Voices change their shape and dissolve into the air.
Even so, there are voices that do not reach my ears.
Is the unseen voice mine alone?
Or is it gently touching someone else's heart?
I reach out, seeking the things that exist yet vanish.

Voices drift between light and shadow.
At a distance I cannot touch, colors waver.
Even the warmth that should reach me
dissolves into the transparent air.

Why won't you try to listen?
Why can't we draw closer?
What color is yours?
Show me your color.
Let me hear your voice, too.
Let me draw close to a warmth that will not fade.
Please,
let me hear the voice that cannot be seen.

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