You are somewhere, everywhere, and here; they do not know,

You can not be seen, not by me, but I know that you are there.

This came upon me one day in a fast way, an accident for me,

A curse or gift we will see; I am afraid of that which cannot be seen.

I can hear you, thought I was losing my mind, voices in my head,

You are in between here and there; you speak to me as I do not see.

You are all around; I hear you as your sound echoes throughout,

I can hear you; you do see me. It is you who cannot be seen.

Keith Garrett