I know you’re all talking. I am vaguely aware of a soft rumbling mumbling. Sometimes I peek in and hear you. Your words take shape and become more audible, more visible.
I don’t always say anything.
Sometimes I open the door and step in. I converse with you. I am one of you.
Sometimes I open the door and quietly say something and slip out again.
I know you’re there. Sometimes you know I am too.
Sometimes you call out my name and my ears prick up. I come running in to the room. There we are – together again.
I’m never very far away. You’re always there. Even in the middle of the night. Even in the middle of the day. Even now.
It’s a big world out there and you remind me that I’m a part of it.
There are a few songs to clear up, so why not go back and have a look and try your luck!
Continuing the theme of the past couple of days…
When the work’s all done and the sun’s settin’ low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin’ up the bow
I’ve been walkin’ these streets so long
Singin’ the same old song