Whispers

I can hear the whispering, the words jumping from the page, the magic flowing through my fingers, they speak to me, sometimes they appear in my dreams, calling my name, whispering it amongst themselves, buzzing like bees, singing, the words they speak to me, each letter has a voice, the books speak to me too, coming alive, explaining themselves, like a portal, a door, to another world where I can go anytime, any place, they whisper to me.