What if God just liked being sung to?

What if God, like a child, resonated with your voice, singing him to sleep? What if, like a young woman in a second floor window, he waited for a gentleman to sing sonnets from down below, telling of His beauty? What if, like a group of men at sea, He sang and laughed with them, arm-in-arm and drinking ale, as they sang tales about how He fought for them and was their hero in the wars of old?

What if God just liked being sung to? What if he simply liked your voice?