And from here I hear the sounds.
The sound of you talking to them, the sound of them talking(?) to you.
I hear the sound of her sound and wonder what it sounds like to her.
I hear the sound that comes from my ceiling fan, and wonder if my brain sounds the same.
It sure serves the same function as the ceiling fan.
Just like the fan shuffles the air, my brain shuffles my thoughts and makes me feel the cool breeze. Sometimes it gets too cold, sometimes it's not enough...AIR.