I render-  your face catapulted forward with laughter... such sweet laughter.
I render- the people in whose ears the laughter will chime
- the people for whom those chimes mean no dime.
So fortunate they are, but they do not realize...
For what I wouldn't give to be the ossicle of one of their auditory shrines

"Hear me, hear me," would the pitches wave...
Gladly, would I catch their sway.
Gladly, would I let my blood pump frantically through my veins.
"I hear you, I hear you," I would say.