Do tea stains on the desk talk to you
Or maybe the blinking lights?
Do they’ve a voice
Or are these just some noise?
Did crumbled clothes form words
A language maybe of their own?
Did you understand the mist on the mirror
Or was it just a vapor tone?
Does the silence of a room sooth you
Or does it scream in your ears?
Like the faded droplets of ink
Can you feel it’s shrills and fears?
I do notice the pattern
And listen to the voice.
If this makes sense to you
Did you connect to my inner noise?!