a whisper a whisperer...

this voice is a whisper only to you, to the world this world around you is advancing at a pace the world of your own is at our own peace the thoughts are of own at your own pace.... to the world. and voicing them is intimidating because they would not be heard nor understood as a resort, pen is put onto paper and keeping these thoughts to you is all the confort you need. reading each one of them, one of each of the days gives you the entire cool, for deep inside of yourself you know you have an audience... because being read, this whisper has a deep sense of meaning... being read, this whisper is understood as is... and to the whisperer, not being able to boldly voice out inner thoughts and feelings, kills self-confidence destroys self-being sinks and drop self-image tear rips the control of self-life... and to the whisperer, reading out the whisper is a sensation of confort. so, one other good sunday... it is a bit cloudy and the humid air smells so fresh and good for the soul. under a big baobab tree, but little afar, a crowd of young and grown is waiting. this crowd is seated facing the baobab where there is a display of a guitar, a stool and a sound mixing system. these crowds of people are waiting patiently for what looks like a show of some kind, and have been waiting for a while now... far aside is a mobile refrigerator, a full size cask where anyone thirsty helps themselves... the atmosphere is thrilling and everyone is enjoying the cool air. suddenly there is a voice coming out from the speaker systems, it is this voice that makes this crowd silent, it is this voice that makes this crowd stand on their feet, it is this voice that draws them to the meaning of being there, that they realise is a reading of whispers. the whisperer flows with tender meaning and affection, the whisperer beams with love..the audience follows each word of the whisper, the audience is taken to heights and lows of the moments in the whisper. everybody is silently following the voice. they blend with each whisper. they adjust to each word, they read each word and they love what they hear and how they hear it. there is communication, a link in the air, in the atmosphere with the crowd, with the whisperer, a powerful bond. and to the whisperer... being able to see the joy and delight in the crowd,being able to see them appreciate the whispers. the understanding they get is a boost to inner self. the whisperer regains control and assurance. the audience is thrilled to know the session continues again the following few weeks. and to the whisperer, there is growth and advancing with the world, the crowd there is control and knowledge with the world, the crowd there is excitement and laughter in the beholder's eyes during rehearsal to yet another rhythm in a whisper