I Heard The Unsaid

Voices innumerable,

Noises even more,

What to hear,

And what to ignore,

Perplexes the mind,

Petrified to unscramble,

The entire spectrum,

Superimposed, and intersecting,

Making a cobweb,

An unsolved labyrinthine.

The breath comes to rescue,

And brings a sense of calm,

The stillness inside opens up,

The perception of sensible sounds,

As one hears the unsaid,

The voice of the soul.