Bram Carter, Glyphs Member

Loud and soft, quick and slow
Ebb and flow
The silence of a crowd excited
Good days and bad, stories you won’t ever know, and you know them all already
Now and then, here and there
A word or two creep their way through
All their own and completely true
Find quiet in the chaos, for the chaos is quiet
The voice of a thousand pales to the voice of one
Surrender to the heat of noise, and it will be pleasant coolness that rushes through the self
Each and every sound of the world can be heard in the running of that water