The static bubbles and
melts into the ears. A
radios noise blazes up
within the summer’s
fading hot spell. Red hues
across a setting sky.
The buzz of mosquitos matching
the electric hum
within the drive.
A bird as quick as life
itself flies by.
It can’t help but
stop and listen to
the newly discovered
tune.  A beat so alien
to its blue feathers,
it is more than music.
It is the underlying current carrying
each note.
The white hot electricity
hidden with each lost
drop of the bass.  It is
brand new, yet familiar,
like the honey bees in the
spring time, scurrying in
then flurrying out
with the breath of autumns
crisp wind.  The spark  
of a thousand ideas shocking
the chilling summer air.
The car drives away, the radio with it.
The bird flutters off
humming its one way tune.
A leaf who's lines
are memories blown
by the winds of time.