And I have found 
that in the cacophony
that our lives are
or have eventually become
that the whimper and
the whisper are those
that are listened to
closely most of all
Never ever worry about
being seen or even
heard for those who
wish to listen will
hear the scraping of
willow branches in wind
or the tink of
snowflakes or the admission
of love in a
busy Berlin kafe house
and even the heartbeat
of someone through tears
No need to roar
when the world itself
is on fire simply
whisper your own words