When I am alone, in a strange place, every sound seems to stand out. A drop of water sounds like a waterfall. The sound of a chair squeak under me makes me ready to jump out of my seat. A squeaky stair under my foot makes me run even faster. Oh, relax, I tell myself, they're just sounds...
There’s a lot of sounds around me. A door opened just now. An agreement. Door shut. A bag rustling. My keyboard’s clicking sounds. A click of my mouse. Chairs scraping the floor. Footsteps. There are many sights as well. People in school uniform walking around me Walking through many doors. Many words too: 13:23 THURSDAY 31 JANUARY THE PRINTER IN THIS AREA IS FOR CREATIVE ARTS ONLY thank you PLEASE LEAVE THIS AREA TIDY FOOD ART 1, 2, & 3 PUSH ART SHOP OPEM TUESDAY DANGER LIFT MACHINE SAMSUNG So many words. There’s no smell. No taste. All I can feel are my clothes and the clickity clackity keyboard Wait: another sound - laughter
The earth rotates We all have our fate Missing someone Or not wanting to be yourself Neglecting your health Turn your self around Tune in to the sounds Magical experiences yet to discover Enjoy time with one and other
Sprawled longways 'neath the blankets on your mattress My ears fervently absorb you through the walls. Hazy rivers cascade from your shower head— The cadence soothing and familiar. Lathered soap foam leaves your skin and slaps the floor— Deep-voiced Goliath strugg'ling to roll his Rs. Then the giant goes still. All is silent but the overhead fan.
Curtain sliding Towel drying Muffled footprints 'pon the carpet... The bedroom door creaks open To the whisper of my spreading smile.
Sometimes I get lost when you talk. I stumble over the words needed To respond because, If a conversation is like verbal dancing, Your awkward shuffle And blunders With the sounds escaping your throat Are enough to make me lose track of the song. If I was tone deaf, Or just earless, It wouldn't matter Because those eyes plunge me back Into the same rhythmless, confused dance That I never want to end.