The most beautiful sound ever made was the whisper of a woman when she spares her melody subdueing her colour and speaks with nothing but the air altering the wind with her magic telling you and only you... "I love you..." This is a grace of trust Did I hear, or did my passion blur with a want? Objects in the heart may appear closer than they are... The art of the whisper The beauty of an image without colour A purity in black n white I too, can whisper To those close enough Too many of this world need hard coloured lines as a mainstay, subtlety lost 2 the addiction of a defined predisposal 2 the script, and cannot see the improvisational inspiration in their 30 second sound bitten life without extensive overexplanation, killing it's artistry. Dissected in the laboratory of 'What do you mean?' It makes me sad, that my whisper is not heard... Except when it is... 'Nevermind...' 'It's not important...' and 'Goodbye...' Objects in the heart may appear closer than they are... In such a noisy world Littered with commercials Fettered with advertising All wrought on the dollar posted manufacturer's retail speed limit With illusions of what we need As if dead air was a mortal sin Take just one moment, and truly appreciate the soft shadows of silence Embody the beauty of the whisper... Objects in the heart are closer than they appear to be...and so am I...