Saturday, June 28, 2014


In all the minutes that tick
I hear music
Not only rising from the handles of
But notes come onto my ears;
What I hear is the music of others
The music of their thoughts
The beating of their hearts
I hear these every time someone gasps
For air, in surprise, and
every time someone calls a name
People hear jabber
But to me it is all eight notes
And a few strings.

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