Soft was the voice speaking in deep caring tones, uttering only a whisper through veils of a hidden shroud, pushing softly through the clamor of endless voices, desires that fill the many rooms of every thought. His Voice, its sweet-scented hues, mellow gentle in touch, caressing just as gentle only moments of the conscious thoughts that bustle through the chaos that fills every waking moment of a glorious day; “Are you rich?” Not as much of a question, as a ponderance set fo