You mumble when you speak,
but I think it is a cryptic pattern.

I'm to catch every word or so,
weaving them together like a puzzle.

Sewing the seams of a patchwork quilt,
until it is a thing of wonder, of beauty.

I overlook your methods, I choose to deny,
the mumble drowns out the other words.

I hear nothing...nothing but your mumble.

You mumble when you speak....