Limitless canvas

			Near a conversation -
			Impossible not to hear -
			So, unnoticed, I listen -
			In the voices I hear a story -
			One which relates to me each person.

			Listening,
			Deciphering -
			Trying not to judge,
			But to find an outline of who they are -

			The outlines may smudge
			As soon as the walk from this 
			Room, feeling, company -
			They may already be starting to blur;
			But I've caught an image.

			I may never see them again,
			And so what they showed me then
			Is what I automatically assume their souls to be.
			It was a brief time,
			Only one moment in each of our lives -
			One gone unnoticed by them -
			But it has become 
			The only knowledge that I have of them.

			These minute glimpses
			Show us the lives
			Of those outside our sphere,
			And can be seen to us
			As a reflection of the outside world.

			So what picture do I sketch?
			What feelings do I show?
			Ultimately:
			What of the world do I reflect?
			(...or do I reflect something different?)