Am I reading something into this?

This image is of the library on the ill-fated Mauritania.  The photograph was provided for by Sepia Saturday,

Synchrony

I sit and read a much-worn tome…

that’s when it suddenly hits home.

I know where I was meant to be:

‘midst silent crowds; the library.

So many words are spoken but

that’s only when books are not shut.

And then I’ll hear the symphony,

‘midst silent crowds, the library.

Each person reads a narrative.

Ideas dance, declarative.

The hushed room’s filled with bel esprit

‘midst silent crowds; the library.

Unspoken conversations stream

while literate companions dream.

We’re all the same, a synchrony

‘midst silent crowds; the library.  

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Notes:  The form is Kyrielle.  The poem was written based on two separate prompts:  Sepia Saturday's theme of 'library' (because this is National Library Week) and Poetic Asides' prompt about people interacting without saying any words.