Sometimes I swear I hear voices in sudden gusts of wind

I hear them too


Mary. Mary—
the leaves are fallin' again.
And the air, I swear, is howlin'

your name.

These stars at night no longer seem bright
your eyes your eyes is where my mind wanders to
Seasons they come and seasons they’ll go
sweet Mary won’t you please just fckin come home

The oaks crack in the wind
then utter silence again
sweet Mary won't you please
come back home to me

Oh, I have such things quite often. It's worse when I listen to music through headphones a lot. I hear what sounds like human whispers in forest streams.

maybe the wind is carrying voices?