Vocal Repercusionists

Cascading words
are for the birds
as the crumbs fall to the ground,

the tongue is a knife
that can cut up a life
done mostly, by it's own sound.

Parading thoughts
words tied in knots
listening, not at all by one's choice,

opaque and clear
the words fall on one's ear
but, it was mostly the tone of your voice.

Through the subtlies displayed
one finds one dismayed
by a language, ambiguous at best;

but, off come the ears
and realized are one's fears
seems all involved are being put to the "test".

Look away, if you will
but, you'll hear it all...still
maybe one of us soon will rejoice,

the day seems so long
it really wasn't the song
it was mostly the tone of your voice.