Vibrate

I heard a cell phone do its buzz;
On vibrate it was set.
I never found out whose it was
And it’s vibrating yet.

Although I didn’t hear its ring,
It made its presence known.
Who knows what message it did bring,
Or who did own that phone.

Perhaps it plays a snazzy tune
When on another setting;
But, somehow on this afternoon,
That buzz is all I’m getting.

The owner has stepped from the room
So I alone do hear it;
And whether it brings joy or doom,
It’s not my place to clear it.

So I’ll just sit and listen
As it vibrates as it should,
And hope a smile will glisten
When the news it brings is good.