I fell into a cliche and died, unheard, unnoticed by the world around me.
I spoke words that weren’t my own and my music was lost amid the noise.
My thoughts came and went from the lips of others, repeated; in one ear and out the other.
Until I saw the ripple in the pattern that was me, only me.
And when I saw it others did; and when I spoke, others heard.
And then we spoke together, listening, talking, sharing. Ideas that dance on our mingled thought-waves.