Who’s judging me? I never overhear
analysis with which I might agree
or argue, though I’ve many voices near.
Who’s judging me?

I’m hardly inconspicuous or wee,
and modulation’s seldom in my sphere.
Abhorring murk I trumpet honesty

too often and too loud, I’ve come to fear.
Observing others, some have got to be
regarding me, and yet it isn’t clear
who’s judging me.