Some will perorate to a full house.
Some will have their story stamped in a hagiography.
But, others will find might in that which is slight.
A cassingle of the only song worth playing on repeat.
Genteelness in the form of a grateful glance.
Relaying a petaled pick to cheer a soul saddened sick.
When whispers roar while trumpets whimper-wheeze—that is the buzz of the tiniest please. ; )