Of clacking clacking typing boards
The steady rhythm of the high heels goin down the hallway
The rush of the water as it hits the steep end of it’s life
Song birds calling to us with sorrowful melodies
The shattering of glass and the finality of it
The hinge of a door creaking to a welcome
The short sweet sound of a peck on the cheek?
Perhaps it is just me, in a lonely sphere of noise.