Pulse of the rain knocking along the wall and the doors marking the humming refrain of warming noise mapping out a setting for a sympathy that found me almost unprepared unwares for the glowing that I saw yr voices yr words scrambling across the page they're living they're still breathing breath into all the empty air marking a clearing thru to your heart that is the balm that soothes all harsh broken lies away listen now to the sigh of the falling music there to emphasise yr voices yr words scrambling across the pages over to me yr thought yr heart yr want sears and never fades out from you here to me sounding in the empty air crossing the pages clearly a pathway that I have found out so unaware so unprepared for the glowing the rhythm there that I saw