Keyboard Poem by Tea Kawana

I don’t want my voice,
I want yours;
I want you to sing to me;
to play the coldness of my heart
or better its cheer, when it be high.

I want your voice
in its consolation to me
sing
As my fingertips play with yours;
from the core of feelings
you pull and network into yourself,
from me to you, we share,
And by the end of it,
Our hands are placed into each others

I want your voice
to lift me,
and work through.
I want your voice
to praise Him who deserves
all praise.

I want your voice
because you are close to me.