The sound of joy, and the intensity of exposure to a familiar idea in a new light.

How can something customary become so serendipitous, like now, without my realization...

. . .

The sound of laughter, and the passionate objects of light who's dancing their hearts away on the dancefloor.

How could something as commonplace as a party grow to be something much more without my realization...

. . .

The sound of his voice, and the way he calls for me, searching for me in this ocean of bodies.
The sound of her voice, and the way she calls for me, looking for me in this sea of people.

How did I not see this vibrant love she's offered me countless times before?
How did I not see this undoubted devotion he's shown me countless times before?

I never realized...
I never realized...

. . .

I wonder...
I wonder...
I wonder...
I wonder...

How this night will turn out..?