Short poem about music we are surround by.


I hear it

In the deafening

Wail of the electric guitar.

The coarse, raspy

Voice like sand in your throat

And the discordant shriek

Of the white keys.


I hear it

In the tender vibrato

Of the violin

And its rich counterpart-

The tenor cello.

Their sound traveling as

Smoothly as silk.


I hear it

In soft cymbals

And the sly saxophone

Accompanied by a deep

Nostalgic voice

Releasing the sparkling stars.

To the inky night.


When the sound of silence

Suddenly envelopes around me,

I slowly place my hand

Against the slow beat

Of my quiet heart

And it is the loudest sound of all.

The End

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