A collection of voices fill the air
Soft and loud always there
A sound of comfort, a warm blanket
I watch tucked in place
With cold glass pressed on my skin
My warmth I feel from the love I observe
A fly on the wall
In love with their world
But detached from their world
The light bounces between their eyes when their tongues
Take turns moving fast and slow soft and loud
An orchestra moving between cacophonous noise
A blend of thundering bass
Soft flutes and piercing piccolos
But amongst those scattered notes
A beautiful sound a harmonious pitch
Drifting like a ghost between planes
Appearing and disappearing like the brush of wind on wintered branches
Moments where a common humanity touches kindred souls
To produce a genuine moment among weathered conversations
Moments I observe and let my cheeks tug
a faint crescent upon a face accustomed to frowns.
How I relish those moments
I wish to join their symphony
To play a trumpet, a violin
To produce noise in a beautiful dance
Yet a dance is fluid
One step in one moment
A fly cannot participate in orchestras
I don't know the notes
I cannot fade into sound as it condenses to mist
I can only observe and sit in silence on the wall
Watching the crescendo of nature's display
How I've fallen for you
How I long for you
How I love you
Humanity