under his breath

dipping below the racket of existence

mumbling incoherently

the slight turn of his lip

and the look he gives you quick

as he knows only you could ever hear

what hes been saying all along

just beneath the surface noise

elegant vibrations

softly hook into the spiral of your ear

a certain lack of sincerity

in the low rumble of his voice

that dips beneath the racket

solitude engulfs him

in the bustling room

his gentle communication

reaching only my mind

weaving into my train of thought

Bearing a weight that breaks the tracks

jolting my consciousness

yet still you smirk

looking further ahead than me

as the train goes up in flames

Author's Note

first attempt :/ thoughts?

Reviews

[David Klay]

An interesting and well conceived write. Reminds me of somebody pouting. Nicely done. :)

[Sawdust]

Smart, layered and elegant. Well done