Sound

I feel like there is a hole in me But not the hole most would imagine without context This hole is like the one found at the face of a guitar I use this hole to rebound every vibration sent my way And just like the night turns to day I know this hole is here to stay I have a fascination with words Some people may like the word sepulcher, or comet But lately I have had an obsession with the word ripple Maybe it is more of a visual than an auditory obsession Because I picture myself as one raindrop of many But once I make contact, I can affect a whole room Like today there was an audience and an empty stage And then... boom