So much to say.

The water is running down the window,
Leaving back it's imprints, singing a song,
Like it has something to say.

The ceiling has something to say too.
The fan goes round and round, singing another song she doesn't understand. 

Shutting it all out. The clock sings another song.
Another poem. Another message. 

The world has so much to say.
Every person with a different story to tell.
Every story with a different feeling to show.
Every feeling with a different emotion to see.

I had a story too.
My silence sings a song too.
If only someone could hear it. 
There's a secret I keep, only if someone could know it.