Unsilence in Sunbeams

Feeling round, the people here
use their sound, use their din
They fill their time and fill my ear.
A quiet calm of sun, sitting here with me,
Not quiet din, not quiet sight,
Quiet warm, shining free.
Sun warmed book, held close in hand
Page and page, ink and ink,
Pulls me through a new found land.
Feeling round, the people here
they are my sound, they are my din
they fill my heart and fill my cheer.
Sunshine warm, sunshine still
dusty sunbeams waft, slow to ground
unsilence here, my heart to fill.