My Chorus

My chorus is always performing. It sings daily. Multiple voices ringing aloud, rarely in unison, chanting their own ditty. Each nightingale croons sweetly in my mind's ear. I resist the temptation at conversation. I turn my head like an antenna to change the voices. I often contemplate, is it a voice or a random thought run astray? It is difficult to differentiate, I wish I could decrease the volume. There must be some remedy to dislodge my choir. Until then, I will remain an auditory audience chained to this accompaniment.