The music of silence

Traversing the tricky trails of telephone lines
came down 
the music in my ears
: a voice, melodious,
a voice, not mine,
seemingly on the other side,
 resonating from my soul.

It sang a song of love.
It sang a song of rain.
It trickled down my ears,
drenching me in 
pitter -patter of 
words seeping 
into my soul.

I sang with the sound,
the sound of music,
the sound of love,
the sound of rain,
the sound of us;
making love 
in the music 
of silence.