Many souls perish in its tumult
embrace close its soft, enfolding body
the sensuous sea of touch
the soul speaks the sea of voice
contemplations itself loses inward mazes
solitude of abysses, a spell for wonder
to the soul, inviting, murmuring, clamoring, whispering,
ceasing:
never seductive, the sea of the voice
(from The Awakening by Kate Chopin)
the soul speaks the sea of voice
never seductive, the sea of the voice
loved these two lines and how they repeat in your piece.