Grains of noise reflecting from the walls
You can hear them from afar
Tunneling through the ambiance
Stuttering to mask the voices...

Voices that were heard only in whispers
Just a little louder than the distant stars
The ones that can't hear us

Little pebbles soaked in yesterday's rain
Make a bed for the faded remains
Of the day that has just made its way
Into the dark and the silent bay

Solemn in my own gratitude
As I watch her cry
Her elegance stands tall
Drawn in perfection and yet, still in silence