I play songs of thunder for the whisper orchestra

Little loud loud me drowning out silent masses

With a voice that echoes through bones that are just my own against a number uncountable

Unaccounted for

I play songs of silence for the whisper orchestra

Little mute mute me drowning in hushed masses

With a silence that cuts through air that is taken in by me against the words unspeakable

Unspoken for

I play songs of self-reflection for the mirror

Little numb dumb me whispering the chorus

With a symphony that sticks to my teeth and allows me to see nothing but unfriendly

Unabashed criticism

Only through organized words do such emotions become clear

Unrealized potential