Whispers twist the silent air Letters dance without a care Sounds collide then disappear Meaning melts but stays so near Silver slivers slide in sly slow streams Slipped syllables stitch soft sound seams Breath becomes a secret spell Words awake from paper shell Round they run, they leap, they spin Dreams begin where tongues begin Fickle flickers tickle tricky ticking talk Tiny tales trip toes that try to talk I chase echoes through the maze Echoes turn and gaze, amazed Who speaks who when words break through? Who shapes sound, and who shapes who? Wandering wonder weaves who within who, Who is the whisperer whispering who? When every riddle is riddling true, Who is the answer?
