With Your Soprano Voice Poem by Gert Strydom

With your soprano voice
you should be able to fill
concert halls full of people
if you wanted to take it further.

In front of the mirror you sit
totally nude
where you are combing your hair,
are pulling curling tongs through them,

while you do sing yourself a song
of a couple that loves each other
with a pure voice
of which the sound

does pierce through the bird songs
and I see how your hair
does fall over your shoulders
with your white back familiar and soft.