Fireworks | ToteA poetry for the introverts: Hide you may, dear little one, from the noise of this plane. Find your solace, your relief, your peace and comfort in your little make believe world. For the loud ones need to seek outward, in order to feel sane, And the rare ones, like us, have a choice to retreat, To wonder behind our windows, To curl up with our atlas, To serenade with warm amber, To delight with the flute within our fingers, And only in this moment,