Break me once and some would say, bad fortune follows on its way. Yet whole, I quietly borrow light to show your world reversed in sight.

I hold a thousand voices, Yet all of me is still. I travel through the ages, Without moving at will.

I may be bird-brained. Some say like a sparrow. Your harrowing escape. The window was...

Twist the dial and hunt the air, between the static, I am there. AM chatter, FM song, I’ve carried voices all along.

You saw a man you didn’t know reading a book by Camus and humming a song by Billy Joel.