there is music everywhere

 

just tune
in

listen

there is music everywhere;

in the sound of your
breathing just before
you go to sleep

in the way the elderly
sit waiting to die

in the heartbreak of
promises not kept

in the sounds of silverware
and cups clattering at
some local diner

in the neon of signs
along the boulevard
protesting the night

in laying in bed under
seven blankets on an
artic day

in wasting time doing
nothing but smoking
and thinking

in the words of fools
standing on one foot
waiting for the firing
squad

in the beautiful way
sadness and truth
dance together

in the seemingly ordinary that is
so often taken for granted that
the dead would kill for just to
have it all back for an hour

in rats in an
alley

in old cars dying
on the
freeway

in plans that
fall short
and fail

in love that has
cannibalized
our souls

in first hellos

in last goodbyes

the symphony
plays
on

be not
deaf