Sound of voice

Have you ever listened?
To the sound of voice?
Not the words that blanket it.
But to its raw texture,
The husk, or the smoothness that coats it?

The firm, or the lank tone
The sugary taste, or the hint of bitterness that lingers on
The subtle notes that cling on its ends
The way it glides -
Floating swiftly like a fluid
Or erupting into quirks of turbulence.
The soft edges silently ending its trace
The echo it leaves behind as it obliterates.
The way it stirs the air around it
And defines the meaning of words.
Have you ever listened... to the sound of voice?

Words, they
Merely envelope the core
Like the body does the soul
Smudging the border between.
More so, like an extension of the life inside
But definitely distinct.
So have you ever listened
Distinctly
To the sound
Of voice?