Speak to me, so that your voice touches me!
Amédée Dutacq
Speak to me, so that your voice touches me!
Every word from your mouth
Is a melodious echo.
When your voice dies in my ear,
My soul resonates and awakens
Like a temple to the voice of the gods.
A breath, a word, and then silence;
It is enough. My soul outstrips
the interrupted meaning of the words,
and understands your fugitive voice
as the grass along the shore
understands the murmur of the waves.
A sound that dies on your lips,
A lament with a half-smile --
my heart listens to everything without effort:
even the breath of a breeze
becomes a delightful chord.