Voices in a train

I have just come across this in one of my notebooks:

"People in this train are sad. Nobody talks. Nobody feels like talking. One man's telephone starts ringing and I start wondering what his voice sounds like.

He says 'Goodmorning, darling.'

I think he has a nice warm voice and that he loves his wife.

It is a shame I cannot hear the voices of other passengers. How sad. I meet these people just once in my lifetime and even though some smile to me every now and then, I will not hear their voices.

I wonder whether they also love their wives.

There is darkness outside the window. I can see nothing. My eyes hurt from reading.

I liked one of the men's voice. He asked me whether I needed help with my suitcase. I heard just two words. I would like to hear more.

I could have asked him what time it was. It would have been risky, though. Other passenger would have answered and I would have lost an opportunity.

I will never hear his voice."