Why does this sound resound In me.
A competition invisibly.
Feelings without the words.
The cacophony of dischord.
Why does the symphony never end.
Only a quarter rest just to begin again.

Breathe in breathe out and then repeat.
Its cadence in sync to to my breaking heartbeat.

Then from the din a new sound arise
The evidence I seek that another is alive.
The song now two parts resounds in me
In us there's a lyric singing in harmony.

Agreement between the word and the song.
At last the sound that...