nothing but the sun a drizzle is falling it blurs my vision and turns everything into a dream in the distance thunder floats the fountains applaud my efforts everything is covered in a film of grey i am sitting alone as i so often do even in the company of friends i sit alone gazing at their faces listening to their voices trying to keep up with their conversations most of the time it s all too much too much sound too much light too many too many too many too many too many voices too many too many too many too many sometimes i wonder why i subject myself to this we usually end up someplace loud and busy i am bombarded from all angles with useless media distracting noises a FlURrY of shapes and sound sound at times it overwhelms me takes control if it is too loud i cannot think too much i cannot move how can they expect me to function when i am subjected to such torture a flash of lightning a clap of thunder the storm is nearly overhead soon the clouds will burst and a million million tiny tears will fall splashing down on everything a blanket of sorrow to keep me warm i wonder what it would be like to be a rain storm everyone hears you or sees you or feels you they know that you are there but even rain storms are alone maybe that is why they cry a million million tears for a million million sorrows and when it is done there is nothing but the sun even in the company of friends i am alone - frazzle (cds)