Sound Was Our Guide, And We Are The Guided
There are days
When silence
Is the noisiest
Part of our days
And noise
Is the
Part of life
We wish
To
Keep
Quiet.
An alarm
Buzzes,
And
We
Haste to
Turn it off.
A bell rings,
And we can’t
Wait to
Get to
The
Door.
What if
Sound
Was
Our
Guide,
And we
Are
The guided?
The sound of
Music
Makes
Us
Mesmerized
Beings,
Wanting
To understand
What it could
Possibly
All
Mean.
Sounds
And
SIlence
Dictate
A focal point
Of
Our
Surroundings
And
Serenity.
How easy it is
To sort
A
Pin drop
From
A
Pint being poured.
The flowing
Of
Liquid
Energy
Is undeniable,
And the
Flow
Of
Noise,
Unforgettable.
The clanking
Of the glass
To the
Swish
In our mouths.
In all things we do,
Sound
Follows
In
Silence,
Song,
And
Sorcery.
The magic
Is in the
Uniqueness.
The absence
Of noise
Is
A normal
Occurence.
The muse
That mesmerizes
Is
Marvelous.
Sound
Shall
Sense
Our
Sacred
Servitude,
And spit
Out
A
Syllable
Or
Two
For
Our
Point of
View.
