In silent hours
There is room
For a whisper 
Without being 
Chided for it
Just saying
What's new?
How you doing?
Thinking of you
Lately
When morning
Shroud of light
Dawns on me
Thoughts compete
With voices
People haze
Trip hop beat
Low voice
Narrator
Never leaves
Like one note
Held on for
Entire sonata
Al fine