The sounds that I hear
paint tapestry in my mind
My eyes, though they are closed
see everything,
Every motion, sings out
shouts to be heard
Nothing is missed
though to some
All sound seems din
and all noise simply
collides
to me
Each word
Each sound
is different
I follow
the conversations
Eavesdropping
in plain sight
once again
I go unnoticed
as I paint
this tapestry