His Soundscape

I know a dimension far away.
Where noises and sounds play.
It usually contains darkness.

The scenery is dark,but if you listen closely.
You might hear a crack.
Soundscape,oh so dear.

Can I hear his voice right here?
Or do I live with my own fear?
Among all the sounds I heard in this dimension.

His voice calms everything down.
Whether singing or talking.
The opportunity is mine.

I traveled oh so far away.
Just to listen to the sounds that play.
A feline’s meow,a mooing cow.

And sometimes,sprinkles of fairy dust.
The soundscape may be old,but never rust.
So come to me,strange angel.

Let me hear his voice.
And find it among darkness.
When times are loud and heavy.

Soundscape noises make me feel steady.
Then his voice echoes within this realm.
And I run towards the sound.

His voice is velvet smooth.
As I travel in a dimension I created just for him.
Is it a world my own?

Or is this creation his own?
The wind there whispers his name.
When you enter the soundscape,we play a game.

It’s a shame if you can’t hear it.
But I sure can.
I followed the sound and ran.

His voice had no escape plan.
It comes from the angels above.
And echoes in this void.

It’s never devoid of warmth.
To always hear it is what I want.
As the sound slowly ascends into angelic choir.

Like I said,the soundscape has many noises.
Some normal,some scary.
The other day I heard a child’s laugh.

Then his voice melted my heart.
And soon,the noise around faded fast.
I forgot all my worries and past.

And so I just listen.
Oh soundscape,will you bring him to me?
I haven’t heard his voice in a little while.

It hurts,but I Try to smile.
For him,knowing he’ll be back in a while.
Don’t want to feel sadness and feel vile.

I know I will hear it again soon.
For now,he is in the moonlight of my dear moon.