Homage to a Voice, v.2

Over the apparatus,
his voice is husky,
barely under control.

His tone softer,
deeper and lower.
Lower.

Lowering my eyes,
lowering my head,
lowering in submission.

The voice is my beacon
and also my master.
I am directionless without either.

It soothes me,
it enflames me,
it changes me.

Lowering my gaze,
lowering myself to him,
lowering myself for him.