Prestidigitation

We are the names we speak, My Friend.
We are the tapping of tongues against teeth
We're manifestations of dreams that we dream
In the quiet the dark and the deep
We are the words of our whispered wishes
We are the curses we weave as we weep
We are our promises broken to bits
Just as much as the ones which we keep
We are our laughter;
If humorous highbrow
If lecherous leering,
If nothing but sweet.
Find me as voice in the chorus that croons to the sky
And that chants to the depths of the seas