Sounds, Voices

Chatter of them,
So unfamiliar,
Blah, blah, blah,

I couldn’t recognize a single word similar,
I was the alien,
The Martian,
Did I realize the point of creation?
To listen, take risks,
To gather ideas pace by pace,
Then integrate,
Create a grand forte,
Out of that empty space,

Squeak, squeak,
The sounds altered little by little,
The ideas accumulated slowly,
A delicate voice,
Eventually,
Emerged out of me.