I recognised him by his snore
that resounded like a staccato
at first deep, then much higher
like the singing of a castrato.
He said that it wasn't stertor,
but more like heavy breathing
but I would hazard to call it
an intermittent loud wheezing.
A kind of musical performance
with no composer or a score
played to an unwilling audience
that does not want an encore.
While trying to forget snoring,
a thing that I find quite odious,
I recall the voice of his daughter
which was softer and melodious.
The relationship that we had
was romantic and harmonious.
I kept all the letters she wrote;
they were frequent and copious.
We stayed together for a while
and were happy until we found
that our articulation dried up
and our lips produced no sound.
© Luigi Pagano 2024
I.P. - describe a person, object or scene using any of the senses but sight