Murmur - with rubyredheart

How many voices have you heard today? Listening to what others
have to say. Through the wall of your mind, echoing. From the
attic where dead time is stored in a box. Ignored and now
wilted memories of mom's coffee pot, dripping insomnia. While
grandpa's ashes rest in the Crock-Pot. In conversation with
the biscuits and gravy waiting for the washer to stop cycling.  
How many voices have you heard today?  
 
Where have their flights taken your soul today? In a canoe  
on the river, did those ashes breathe and stroke the water?
Did that attic postcard carry you back to the tree?  Free
whence its fibers grew.
 
Did the sounds of moments stored reminisce in sky tears?
plinking rhythms, their voices cool and calm? Did you walk  
together in the garden listening to the tones as they  
conjured vibrant petals carrying tunes of memories? Voices,
voices of past, present, future. Which will you choose to
hear today?