I’ve always had a fascination for sound.
Waves of notes or just jumbled noises
Listening closely to creaks, weeps and notes
Arranged in our everyday life’s own score
The minor quartet of simple
Pages flipping, doors closing
And wood creaking
Cascaded over by the major symphony
Of wind, stampedes of feet walking
And ocean waves crashing on shore
But, now I have a headache, making
Each pound, pow and note
Erupt inside
Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 10:06 PM UTC
I’ve always had a fascination for sound.
Waves of notes or just jumbled noises
Listening closely to creaks, weeps and notes
Arranged in our everyday life’s own score
The minor quartet of simple
Pages flipping, doors closing
And wood creaking
Cascaded over by the major symphony
Of wind, stampedes of feet walking
And ocean waves crashing on shore
But, now I have a headache, making
Each pound, pow and note
Erupt inside