In the red-orange glow of my hanging lights, you sing br along softly with the music drifting from my computer’s br speakers and hold me under the covers, protecting. br Iron and Wine’s Trapeze Swinger plays on, br but all I hear is your voice, gently following the notes, br straining only slightly to reach the high ones. br It’s better than any sound I’ve heard before br and I’m taken by this auditory love, this rhapsody br that nearly moves me to tears, I know this is forever, br this feeling, listening to your voice br assures me that I’ll never have to go back br to those cold grey mornings, waking up alone. br You will always be the afternoon sun, br warming my back.