The window is said to be a view into the soul
How many windows does one have to reveal?
And how much does one open the window?
Maybe one would open with gusto and freely for all to see and hear,
Or perhaps one would open only a bit for just a few voices to creep in,
Possible partially open so a favored few to nimbly climb in.
If there is more than one window, and each is opened,
Then would there be chaos and a flurry of voices?
And does one cipher the caliber of truth among them?
Maybe a particular shrill demands attention,
While a trombone beats solemnly amid the shrill,
Or what is it in the far corner, a Still small voice I hear?