Who Am I? Where is the sound, oh quiet soul of mine? No noise. None. No burst of inner beauty. No vocal fingerprint articulates The cause by which you're aptly named. One hates The silence! Let His joy be source and plea Of those singing, happy notes so divine. Hear it now? Its ringing filling the room. The dark stillness broken by rays of sound. Listen to the bells of its singing joy. The sound that turns heads, faces, girl and boy. The sound that in every person is found A new story. The sound of spring in bloom. That's your namesake, oh quiet soul of mine. Peal, soul's light: Isaac. Laughter. Sound divine.
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