Talk to me while I'm listening....

Talk to me while I'm listening here
Talk in a quiet voice,
Like a snowflake falling to the ground,
Like a bead falling off a dress,
Like a stone skimmed across water.
Talk in a loud voice
Like guitars being played at a concert,
Like fireworks exploding,
Like lightning flashing.
Tell me your ambitions, your news, your problems
And I will tell you mine
While I'm listening here.


The photograph above this poem is part of the Light Graffiti project, as mentioned on
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