we are all connected...

They didn't catch the moment, but it caught all of them.
I'd tell you all about it, but I can never speak again.
 
It was so very slow at first.
For who, in truth, can say.
 
When the tree rustles the wind,
When an anvil hits the hammer,
When a hole moulds to the puddle,
And a rider fits the saddle.
 
After all it isn't such a shock,
When my car drives me to work,
When I sound after my phone,
And the noise mimics a bird
 
So I would be lying if I said,
That I didn't find it odd,
That one last day I looked around,
And everyone was gone.