To Belong

They were so numerous
The parties, the people
But I never liked them
And they never liked me

Something about going soft
Too many voices
Too much noise
Causing me to turn off

In a city so busy
With people and
Whatever they're getting
In a section so small
With her incredibly timid song
In a soft corner where she's sitting
I could fit

Among water drops storming
A singular glass
Among leftover napkins
And ponds where swans pass
I among speeches
To appease
Her quiet chamber
Of song
That's where I belong