This voice needs words. It needs to break this cushion of space forming a buzzing soup of silence all around.
White noise is no noise at all.
Intonations betray need, needy tongue held back only by the force of teeth on tender lips. Gypsy utterances seeking a home to run away from. More than an audience of blank, atmospheric sounds. More than mere human voice echoing the boredom of everyday speech patterns. We are deaf.