The Words of the Companion

it is addressed thusly:

An ode.
it reads:
In her ear, the crooner sings
And though his voice is singing
Her own words is yet what rings
When sound is finished ringing;
The bards of old, perhaps could tell
If secrets they were telling
A way to sing they knew so well
Of feeling's deep up-welling;
To steal a voice without a sound
Though voice must still be sounding
Something odd is turning round
While harmonies are rounding;
Why'd Danny Boy a man yet cry
When it's a lady's crying?
Each lamenting, every sigh
But a man's doing the sighing;
A voice is heard, the vowels fall
To hear it once we're falling
Man and woman, each other call
Deep to deep is calling.

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