I'm in love with your voice, and how you sing and soothe my soul.
May loved his voice. He didn't sing very often, but when he did, she couldn't help but to close her eyes and listen to how beautiful he sounded.
She adored how he could match pitch with any song that played on the radio, how he could harmonize with practically any voice, how he could hit both the high and the low notes. May adored everything about his voice.
"Ash, will you sing for me?" May called across the living room.
"May, I'm a little busy."
"Will you sing if I play the piano?"
After a moment of silence, she heard shuffling and she felt Ash sit down next to her on their couch. "Well, go on. Move that cute butt of yours over to that piano."
Giggling, May did just that. Hitting the keys just right, she closed her eyes and listened to his voice.
"Roses are red most of the time. There's a love in my heart knowing you're mine."