They've been shattered
(are they still?)
The speak to me through people
(have I ever heard anyone's true voice?)
The speak directly to my mind
(am I a terrible interpreter?)
Birds and crickets echo their voices
Flames reflect their eyes
There is an eye in my mind
There are souls in my eyes
There are voices in my pen
There are words in the trees
There are signs in the dust

There is a rhythm to everything
(I can dance to it)
The message is in the rhythm
(have I heard it clearly?)
The message is in the spheres
(to whom is it addressed?)
The key is in the numbers
(the key is irrational)
The books speak to the key
The songs sing to the key
The key is conjured
By the books
By the songs
By the rhythm

The voices love me
(is it platonic?)
The voices comfort me
(why do they scare me?)
I know these voices
(why are they talking to me?)
Someone is dirty
Everyone is forgiven
Someone is ashamed
Everyone will be judged
Someone is playing
Everyone will be satisfied
Someone is new
Everyone is new to the game