Voices; from the left and the right, pushing their way through my thoughts.
A plethora of tones, styles, and words; the resonance an incessant drone,
rising and falling in volume and intensity, punctuated by a laugh or exclamation.
Voices, male and female, blend together in harmony and dissonance.
Voices happy and sad, loud and soft.
No words to make out; just people talking, and talking endlessly.
A symphony performed by oblivious musicians.
People unmindful of all but those with whom their voices connect.
I stand, bid farewell to the cafe, and leave the voices behind.