listen an'quiver
hear the master in the wind, in that swift breeze
where he whispers about 'you an' I ' what 'you an' I may not see
he
even whispers where a king resides in its corridors , in a chamberlain's chamber,
in a nobleman's' bed , in a kitchen's pots and pans or in the most sensitive ear of all
when a war lord comes to call
not only a whisperer is he a listener his might rests upon all the global land
his whispers are ev'ry where and the spoils of war are his profit
written in the sand
listen an' quiver
if you know the master he protects whatever interests he has
might you confess a silenced whisper will remove the threat
from whatever confession you ever had
or
he whispers less and you will remain in his servitude might you flee
he will find you even in a hollow tree where again he will becxome
as the wind, a strong breeze, a gale if need
and
wiithout remorse will deposite you under a fallen tree's dead leafs
or
leave you somewhere on a remote wasteland where nobody will ever believe
you're the residue
'The Master Whisperer'
leaves
(c) JR. 2017
