I can hear many voices
and they are all yours:
the playful is loud
it tells me
how many fools around
unlike me,
the sharp one cuts away
doubts, fears or regrets,
the brave one is
from the core
of your female wisdom,
some of them are music
caring, soft
others voice to me
my own thoughts
and even when I don’t listen  
to what you say,
your silence is rich and strong.

All the voices only echo the “Yes”
you said to me in Rosklide.