I hear whispers all around
I hear the chirps of squirrels
The chatter of birds
The magnificent cacophony
Where does it all go?

I hear music in the silence
I hear the song of everyday
The whispers of trees
The laughter of the stillness
Why can no one else hear it?

There comes a time in everyone's conscious
When everyday mumbling becomes obnoxious
When the brilliance of the stage becomes obscured
Then there is a song to be heard

I see the glitter in the darkness
I know the life in deadened lands
The true color of a mirror
The voice of the mockingbird
Shall be my companions forevermore