Another Language

I  loved the bounce,
your voice off walls, surprising
every corner.
Coins of words
spun out and I scrambled
to fill my pockets.
Laughter jingled,
settled in.

I drew the quilt
of your voice around me,
heard you translate lightning
into another language.

So that now I am
reminded of a clap of thunder,
how it shakes the night with silence
when it’s gone.