And so, the echoes of the past,
mingle with the voices of the present,
trying to change the whispers of the future.
Soft whispers growing louder, stronger,
until they resonate to become,
the banter of a conversation in play.
Give and take, back and forth,
drama brought to life for a brief time,
until slowly it too fades leaving but an echo,
a distant din, the past to remind us,
of what whispers can become.
Through it all constant faint heartbeats,
provide rhythm for changing thoughts,
and shallow breaths,
that define the outline of my being.
Just a subtle pulse within a vibrant echo.