I find it wonderous how
gentle screams in falsetto,
melodic voices singing out,
warmly embrace my heart like so.

Such an embrace, with such warmth
I cannot find words to describe,
nor can I share with another
for no two souls can be alike.

They possess their own embrace,
each one as pure as they may be.
These melodies are my grace,
for they're unique to only me.

And I suppose that's alright.
Others need not share my comfort;
Their paths shine with their own light.
My falsettos hold their own worth.

For they express my mind with
such clarity, such empathy
in fear, in sorrow, in peace,
What a wonderful oddity :)