Inner join

If I could reach out in the night
If I reached out through the cold
If I could reach you
What would I do?
(A picture of a pet)
(A song composed by friends unmet)

If I could stream you bits
And we passed on the old road
Would you filter it?
Would you listen to my voices hiss?
(My flaps and taps and stops)
(My croaky northern packet loss)

Interaction is diminishing 
When I speak you aren't listening 
When you call upon me through the fog
I hear my inner monologue 

A billion voices flung to space
Wave creation at unrivaled pace
No ears to hear my poor guitar
My voice will nestle among the stars