They tell me you're available on certain conditions Quiet ones That if I can find an air of tranquillity it carries a still small voice

but I can't do quiet, stillness, I am not tranquil except when I am asleep and then I am not available as far as I know

so what's the chances of a still big voice in the noise of hearing you in the roaring traffic the screaming meal-time the crowded train

I know that time you weren't in the fire the storm but everyone's different maybe Elijah was more acquainted to the quiet

you're usually quiet I'm usually wired maybe if I try for your silence you could try for my noise

your place or mine? I know you're always in the country but maybe we could meet in town...

by Martin Wroe