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Listening

listening... for the sound
your hand makes when it touches mine...
for the words your eyes whisper
when you laugh...
for the song your heart sings,
and the prayer your sleeping body
becomes, pressed against mine.
for the sound of the cicadas
chanting in drunken rhythm...
for the boiling of beans
in my grandmother's kitchen.
for the crush of the bat
driving the ball deep into the gap.
for the gurgle of creekwater
running o'er a melon wedged tight.
for the sharp crack of the gun
and the bullets whistling overhead.
for the cry of the hungry baby
and the slap against his mother's face.
for the clank of the leg irons
across a cold concrete floor.
and the wail of the widow.
for the song of the workers
bent neath the sun in the field.
for the speech of the visionary
who already smells like death.
for the pounding of the oil rigs
raping the earth without feeling.
for the lies of the politician
stealing the souls of the people.
for the sound of hate's fists
pounding the gay boy to death.
for the scream of raging empty
when they bring a mother's boy home.
for the sound of the door,
closing for the last time.
for the memory of an old hymn,
calling from beyond the river.
listening... for the moan of lovers,
bodies slapping in the night.
for the wild beating of a heart
dissolving nameless into mine...
for the echo of something more
than a drink and a feeling...
that needs to breathe, to run, to fly,
and to dance
listening

poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Sounds, Within And Without

have you ever listened
to the sounds of
a young boy praying
after his father and mother
have split up

have you heard the sound
a small animal makes when
it's hit by a car?
kinda like the sound a child makes
when it's split open by friendly fire!

have you felt the deep down
sound the young boy makes
when the judge sentences him
to hard time
the sound you cant see on his face

have you heard the sound
of the old man's heart
fighting to hold on
in an empty room
with the curtains pulled

have you ever heard the sound
of the wolf's howl, and
the hawk's scree
buried deep beneath
the layers that cover
your own wildness
are you listening

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Turn Off The World

Got to pull it up
Got to pull it out
Got to survive
Got to stay calm
Got to think fast
Dont want to burn
Searching for a door
Searching for a way
Out of this thing
I dont know whats wrong
Dont know what to do
Im out of control
Nothing I can do
Nothing seems to work
Im barely alive
Got to slow it down
Got to do something
Or give in
Watching us fall
Trying everything
Fighting for life
Running out of time
I dont have a choice
Im riding it in
Im inside and Im trying to get out
Im inside and Im screaming for some help
And everythings gone wrong
Im listening to the sound of my own fear
Im listening to the sound of someones tears
Im listening to me
This is the fear
This is nothing like
You could believe
Panic in my heart
Like a cold hand
Pulling at strings
Ill do anything
Even pray to god
Just let me out
Turn off the machine
Turn off all the noise
Turn off the world
Im inside and Im trying to get out
Im inside and Im screaming for some help
And everythings gone wrong
Im listening to the sound of my own fear
Im listening to the sound of someones tears
Im listening to me
Im inside and Im trying to get out
Im inside and Im screaming for some help
And everythings gone wrong
Im listening to the sound of my own fear
Im listening to the sound of someones tears
Im listening to me
You learn fast when everything breaks down
You learn fast when thats all that you can do
You learn fast or nothing

song performed by by Gary Numan
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Boom Boom

Boom boom boom boom
Is the sound your heart makes
When your relaxed, calm and at ease
Boom boom boom boom
Is the sound of your life beating away
Boom boom boom boom
Is the thing we hold close
because without it we are heartless

Bom bom bom bom bom bom bom
Is the sound of your heart
When your speeding, playing, or fighting
It's the sound of your heart
When you pop the question to your one and only love

Bom bom bom bom bom bom bom
Is the sound of your heart
When your looking into someone's dying eyes
Bom bom bom bom bom bom bom
Is the sound of your heart
When you're facing death yourself

How is it that the same feeling of adrenaline and happiness
Makes your heart beat the same way when you are scared and afraid

How is it possible for something that we are unable to live without cause us both sadness and happiness

People say that the brain is the strongest muscle in your body
Because without it we will not be able to live a normal life
But I don't believe so because if your heart is able to withstand all those emotions I think that the heart would be considered the strongest muscle in your body
Because without a heart you (find something)

Because no matter what happens it just keeps on Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom

poem by Ahmed Elbadri
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What.... (If Not To Listen...)

what are we here for then
if not to listen...
to words spoken by the longing heart,
to the sound and inflections of suffering,
to the very heartbeat of need.
to the human cry against injustice,
to the song of freedom
borne by an angry wind...

to listen...
to the soft cry of the newborn baby,
to the moan of lovers entwined.
to the hum of the tractor,
and the thud of the axe.
to the hope of the hammer pounding nails.
to the voices of people choosing dialogue,
to the honest plea for forgiveness...

to listen...
to the song of the mockingbird,
the bark of the dog,
the meow of the cat...
to the marching chant of the ants.
to the sound of the butterfly's wings,
rhyming infinity!

to listen...
to the stillness in our own heartbeats.
for the name we had before birth.
to the prayers of clouds and trees.
for the sound of the Lover's footsteps.
to the ancient wisdom of mountains,
the forever birth of the rivers.
for the voice we've followed throughout time...

to listen...
for the bowls of hunger being filled.
for the silence after gunfire ends.
for the sound of hands joining ours.
for the sound of feet walking beside!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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My Car

(jesse valenzuela)
Streetlights on, the night airs cool
Im driving right past my old school
Im looking for my pack of cigarettes
Im thinking back on things Ive done
I cant forget the stupid ones
It seems I do my best by accident
Whats that sound, whats that song
Whats this street Im driving on
In my car
In my car
I miss her feel, her touch, her taste
I feel the distance everyplace
This distance cant be taken casually
I take my time, just drive around
Feeling lost in my hometown
Every turn I take is comforting
Whats that sound, whats that song
Whats this street Im driving on
In my car
In my car
Ill take a break from all their big plans
My first mistake was listening to them
I made a mess its all been proven
Over and over again
Over and over again
Streetlights on, the night airs cool
Im driving right past my old school
Looking for some face I cant forget
I take my time, just drive around
Feeling lost in my hometown
Every turn I takes an accident
Whats that sound, whats that song...

song performed by by Gin Blossoms
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Movements and Sounds

Can you hear that great and powerful sound
That brings shock to the earth and the sky?
There has never been anything so fierce.
I walk on this path seeing the grand journey
But have never heard anything so pure,
It gives a jolt to my heart and brings life.

When have you ever been so fulfilled in life
That your body aches at a simple sound?
The beating of my heart rings fast and pure,
My pounding chest reflects the living sky.
The clouds move swiftly, everlasting journey
To nowhere, they move so vividly fierce.

The wind sings its song, passionate and fierce.
The earth breathes her in and feels a new life.
Inhale and exhale, she’s on her journey
As the earth listens, taking in the sound
That shatters panes, coming from the black sky.
Still there is nothing that could be so pure.

But how can anyone say sounds are pure?
They scream and shout to the earth so fiercely,
Out of reach, elevated in the sky.
Yet, the screams exhilarate my small life
And I smile every time I hear the sound,
I move faster to fulfill my journey.

Step by step my shadow takes its journey
But it does not understand why the pure
Noise exhilarates. Shaken by the sound
Again, my heart stands strong and my bones fierce,
Holding the nerves and blood that brings me life
As my hands reach out toward the vast sky.

“I will cry out loudly, ” said the Sky
“To help your body move for your journey.
I am the great supplier of your life,
I am what makes this earth so calm and pure
Only with a whisper of this loud sound.”
Moving fast, wind and I one, run fiercely.

Hear the penetrating sound from the sky.
You become fierce each step of the journey
And feel ever pure as you welcome new life.

poem by Michelle Slaney
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Sounds Of The Earth (Part Two)

i hear the sounds of young lovers,
moaning, groaning, and whimpering.
the rush of wind,
that startles the curtains.
the slap of wet bodies,
the sigh of the candle.
low words cooed,
without need for definition.

i feel the tears of the sinner,
hear them hit the floor.
the prayers, and confessions,
the guilt, and the need.
the heavy breathing of redemption,
and the silence that heals...
yes, even the silence
has its own sound!

i hear the bones of the nameless,
rising from their hidden graves.
to dance in the holiness,
of identity regained!
i hear the crackle of the fire,
as life becomes vapor.
i hear the stranger at the door,
and know well his voice!

i feel these sounds,
swelling up within me.
erupting from my conscience,
till song becomes song.

and i hear the heartbeats,
of newborn babies and small children.
of the old woman dying
in a forgotten room.
the heartbeats of wolves,
of birds, and silent cattle.
the heartbeats of things
lost to memory and time....
and each sound alike,
alike in their difference...
sounding like mine,
like yours...
and like god's!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Write Me A Song

Kelly is raising a son
His dad left just after the birth
Now she's living on child support checks
I guess that's all that man was worth
She says, "I just need a man who will love me
"But they all just want one night of sin
"I know my life could be better
"I just don't know where I should begin."
She said write me a song
One that makes all the girls cry
And the old women swoon at the sound of my tune
And the hearts of the lonely will fly
Yeah, they'll fly...
Beth, she sings straight from her heart
She's hidden her tracks very well
But these days she's falling apart
And it makes me feel just like hell
She said, "Boy, you can't imagine my life
"The death and the drugs and the pain
"And though I keep running
"I can't seem to break from these chains."
She said write me a song
And fill it all up with the words
Like "brilliant" and "heavenly"
Make it sound just like me
Just like the first time "I love you" was heard
And now write me a song
One that makes all the girls cry
And the old women swoon at the sound of my tune
And the hearts of the lonely will fly
We're all feeding our lonely
Like it might go away
The doors of heaven swing wide
If we just find the right words to say
She said write me a song
And fill it all up with the words
Like "brilliant" and "heavenly"
Make it sound just like me
Just like the first time "I love you" was heard
And now write me a song
One that makes all the girls cry
And the old women swoon at the sound of my tune
And the hearts of the lonely will fly
Yeah, they'll fly...
She said write me a song
(Write me a song)
She said write me a song
(Write me a song)
She said write me a song
(Write me a song)
She said write me a song
(Write me a song

song performed by by Edwin McCain
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Everything Has Changed

It's the groove that makes you wonder
I mean the beat and the bass like thunder
I make you sweat
I make you wet
This is my mission that I got to get
That's great
Like boom boom boom
Bring the sound and the noise to the room
Get on the floor now don't be lazy
Get on the floor now lets go crazy
People in the place let's talk about
So get on the floor and turn it out
Everything that change it goes round'n'round
You lose control when you hear my sound
Everything that change it goes up'n'down
To the rhythm of the night and to the ground
Dance in the house and you won't let go
Like a symphony
In stereo-ere-o
Everything has changed since you've been gone forever
All I want is you to be my side
Everything has changed since you've been gone forever
All I want is you to be my side
Feel the heat
I'm burning deep inside and
Feel the beat
Of my heart
Feel the heat
I'm burning deep inside and
Feel the heat
I know that everything has changed
People everywhere shake their hair
Shake it in the air oh yeah
Ts music from my mind
And the bass will let it shine
You got no time to realize my rhyme
The lyrics are fine
What's mine is mine
Let it shine like a sign
Sign of the time when you're feeling fine
People in the place lets talk about
So get on the floor and turn it out
Everything that change it goes round'n'round
You lose control when you hear my sound
Everything that change it goes up'n'down
To the rhythm of the night and to the ground
Dance in the house and you wont let go
Like a symphony
In stereo-ere-o

song performed by by DJ Bobo
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The Sound Of Lost Love

*Heart sound*
An Indian’s drum
Thunder in the sky
The bass in a song

*Heart sound*
The sound of love
*Heart sound*

*Heart sound*
Gunshots through the air
Bumps on the road
Sticks of dynamite

*Heart sound*
The sound of love
*Heart sound*

*Slow heart sound*
Glass breaking
The ripping of paper
Nails on a chalkboard

*Slow heart sound*
The sound of lost love
*Slow heart sound*

poem by Paul Celano
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Barefooted

walking barefooted
on broken glass....
playing a flute;

listening, listening,
for the sound of
the Lover's voice....

waiting, for the familiar
touch, for the smell
of the last rose opening

as the wings of autumn
approach.... listening,
for the sound of my own heart,

or the sound of planets evolving;
waiting for the gift of emptiness,
and the dance of flesh on flesh....

walking barefooted
on broken glass....
whispering to the stillness!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Heart Like Mine

Night grows cold
I've been lonely so much
Out of reach
Save it only for me
Nothing in life is the same
And the sooner we stop to start

And there's a heart like mine
Somewhere in this world
There's a heart like mine
Beating but left to burn

Maybe you can hide your face forever
God knows it's true
That when you search for someone
There's a heart like mine
There's a heart like mine
To be heard

Souls on fire
Feel her voice in your ear
She goes on
Living only for me
Nothing you say could be wrong
'Cause you give me the lovers sign

And there's a heart like mine
Somewhere in this world
There's a heart like mine
Beating but left to burn

Maybe we can share it all forever
But not 'til we do
I'm gonna search for someone
There's a heart like mine
There's a heart like mine
To be heard

And baby are we waking up together
'Cause God knows it's you
If there is love for someone

And there's a heart like mine
Somewhere in this world
There's a heart like mine
Beating but left to burn

Maybe we can share it all forever
But not 'til we do
I'm gonna search for someone

There's a heart like mine
There's a heart like mine

To be heard

There's a heart like mine
There's a heart like mine

song performed by by Bee Gees from Size Isn't Everything
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Sound of Her Memory

Every day I hear the sound of
your memory ringing loudly
In my ears and the mind of my
heart feeling the beat of your beings.
Absent trace of songs and true
stories: all of a mouth no longer speaks.
Soundless, unreasoning, unjustified
hostess [fear], host [you] and
anxiety and phobia were sidebars.
Number of years ago,
a door opened and reluctantly
she entered and took her seat, with
quivering a heart, crossing
her wrist and becoming
captive of the dark.
Its 3 in every morning,
no sleep still,
because
the sound of
locked doors,
bulging eyes,
howling winds and being
surrounded by human fence.
And she lay paralyzed in bed never
to walk again because laden sound of fear
fixed her legs and tied her tongue, as well as,
muzzling voices of family and friends.
Only when the sound of death loosen its tight grip
on fear, did her face speak in glow
and her mouth said 'I'm afraid.'
After hours, her
regurgitating heart and irregular blood flow ceased to be.
The sound of the doctor was clearly heard: 'we tried to save her'
Silent tears flowed as I looked down into her quiet face, eyes shut,
partially opened mouth being fixed with a white piece
of cloth circling chin and head, forever closing the sound of her speech.
At the viewing, her left hand humbly rested on her right one
in respect and honor of the Ripper, and leaving
the sound of her memory…

poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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The Stature of Truth

Watch them closely.
Your greater life depends on this.
See their bodies, watch their faces,
listen to their sound, which is
now the sound that we all own.

Now see your self, seeing them;
watch your self, watching them;
listen to your self, listening
to yourself. This is the moment
grace graces us. Our grace.

This shelf-stacker with
a battered face; this
village lady with a homely build;
this child, who, simply, sings
as if that could not be more natural:
see them; watch them; listen to the sound.

See them in profile: nobility
now shapes their face;
this is what heroes are,
heroes who await our call.

They have surrendered to their self;
was it we who called them?
Are there times when truth itself
is impatient of release; cannot wait
for us to earn that?

Perhaps just a few bars, as the song
begins to take them over,
sings, them; perhaps the climax of the song,
when all we can do is wildly clap,
applaud ourselves for what they’ve told us
that we always knew: we too, heroes,
heroines, waiting for the call
to be ourselves:

for a few bars, their stature
is beyond measure; remind yourself,
you saw it, watched them, listened:
listened to the sound which says
this, my sound, is the sound
that can do anything. anything:
now I make the world anew.

For a few bars, they tell us
this, this is who we are,
every one of us; this is
what talent’s given for; this,
what we were made for;
this is how great we are.

This is the sound of truth
singing the truth of truth itself;
this is what grace can do.
This is who we are.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Fishing With Dad

-Sitting around watching it snow -
Listening to the cold wind blow -
It's a dark gray day -
Meant for gazing out a frosty window,
At thoughts so far away.
Sit, and enjoy the sound,
Listening to Greg Brown
Sing about ' Fishing With Bill '.......
And for just a moment of sentiment
The rest of the world is serenly still;
As if this song was meant for me
And my childhood memory,
When it seems all I had
And all I wanted
Was fishing with Bill, my dad.
It was the best blessed time,
His, and mine.
Oh to go back again
And be once more, fishing with him.......
- I thank God
For those wonderful times we had,
Out there on Houghton Lake
Just a fishin',
Me and my Dad.

poem by Smoky Hoss
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I Can Feel..... (The Change Coming)

i can feel the change coming,
the dark swell of the clouds.
the rumble that shakes the streets,
i can smell buildings on fire.
can hear the planes,
the sound the bombs make falling,
the pulsing hate of the oil rigs,
the shuffle of money behind closed doors.
the wail of prayers in desperate churches,
the street dealer selling a loaf of bread.
the metallic sound of shovels digging graves,
the ignorant drone of great leaders.
the sound of boots on pavement,
breath shuddering through broken windows.
the silent stare of the angry and hungry,
the thunderous clenching of fists.
the haunted sound of chains and cell doors,
and riot squad bullhorns.
the tongues of truth cut from bodies,
the last cigarette lit.
the pounding hearts of the common,
black and white joined.
coming in waves, determined as one.
and the cries of the children...
always the cries...
held in the hearts as a beacon,
the reason to live and die!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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My Song

This song of mine will wind its music around you, my child, like
the fond arms of love.
This song of mine will touch your forehead like a kiss of
blessing.
When you are alone it will sit by your side and whisper in
your ear, when you are in the crowd it will fence you about with
aloofness.
My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams, it will
transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.
It will be like the faithful star overhead when dark night is
over your road.
My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes, and will carry
your sight into the heart of things.
And when my voice is silent in death, my song will speak in
your living heart.

poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Music Must Change

Deep in the back of my mind is an unrealized sound
Deep in the back of my mind is an unrealized sound
Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found
Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found
When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists
When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists
Its confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists
Its confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists
But the high has to rise from the low
But the high has to rise from the low
Like volcanoes explode through the snow
Like volcanoes explode through the snow
The mosquitos sting brings a dream
The mosquitos sting brings a dream
But the poisons derange
But the poisons derange
The music must change
The music must change
For were chewing a bone
For were chewing a bone
We soared like the sparrow hawk flied
We soared like the sparrow hawk flied
Then we dropped like a stone
Then we dropped like a stone
Like the tide and the waves
Like the tide and the waves
Growing slowly in range
Growing slowly in range
Crushing mountains as old as the earth
Crushing mountains as old as the earth
So the music must change
So the music must change
Sometimes at night, I wake up and my bodys like ice
Sometimes at night, I wake up and my bodys like ice
The sound of the running wild stallion, the noise of the mice
The sound of the running wild stallion, the noise of the mice
And I wondered if then I could hear into all of your dreams
And I wondered if then I could hear into all of your dreams
I realize now it was really the sound of your screams
I realize now it was really the sound of your screams
But death always leads into life
But death always leads into life
But the street fighter swallows the knife
But the street fighter swallows the knife
Am I so crazy to feel that its here prearranged?
Am I so crazy to feel that its here prearranged?
The music must change
The music must change
Its gets higher and higher
Its gets higher and higher
Smouldering like leaves in the 1
Smouldering like leaves in the 1
Then it bursts into fire
Then it bursts into fire
Its rhythm grows strong
Its rhythm grows strong
Its so new and so strange
Its so new and so strange
Like bells in the clouds, then again
Like bells in the clouds, then again
The music must change
The music must change
But is this song so different?
But is this song so different?
Am I doing it all again?
Am I doing it all again?
It may have been done before
It may have been done before
But then musics an open door
But then musics an open door
Deep in the back of my is an unrealized sound
Deep in the back of my is an unrealized sound
Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found
Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found
When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists
When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists
Its confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists
Its confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists
But the high has to rise from the low
But the high has to rise from the low
Like volcanoes explode through the snow
Like volcanoes explode through the snow
The mosquitos sting brings a dream
The mosquitos sting brings a dream
But the poisons derange
But the poisons derange
The music must change
The music must change
For were chewing a bone
For were chewing a bone
We soared like the sparrow hawk flied
We soared like the sparrow hawk flied
Then we dropped like a stone
Then we dropped like a stone
Like the tide and the waves
Like the tide and the waves
Growing slowly in range
Growing slowly in range
Crushing mountains as old as the earth
Crushing mountains as old as the earth
So the music must change
So the music must change

song performed by by Who
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Babaji

All of my life I felt that you were listening
Watching for ways to help me stay in tune
Lord of my dreams, although confusion
Keeps trying to decieve
What is it that makes me believe in you?
Babaji, oh wont you come to me
Wont you help me face the music
Bring it out so we can sing it out
Help me to find it before we lose it
At night when the stars are near
And theres no one to keep you from coming here
And theres no one to shield me before your eyes
Is it mine, is it mine, is it mine to know?
I can see its not too good to me
To be afloat in the sea of glory
Babaji, oh how you comfort me
By showing me its a different story
Your light in the dark is real
And I know that you know it is how I feel
When I see the reflections thats in your eyes
Is it mine, is it mine, is it mine to know?
Babaji, have you a song for me
To tell the world of its guardian angel
Bring it out so we can sing it out
Oh must you always remain a stranger?
At night when the stars are near
And I long for delusion to disappear
The I see the reflection thats in your eyes
Is it time, is it time, is it time to know?

song performed by by Supertramp
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Lone Traveler

Lone howl under the great blue night sky
A pack of wolves running through the forest
Chasing down crying little rabbit looking for a hole
Doesn’t know that every damn hole is full of corns

Lone howl under the great blue night sky
The moon shines like there is no other night
To make the curve she had to follow the relenting howl
As time runs in circle, the night goes faster than before

Lone howl under the great blue night sky
A child walks down the street of the city of angels
Knows no bond to depend on, no rope to hang on
He raised his hand for a dime, he’s only got reservation in heaven

Can you catch the notes floating with the sound
Within the cold air that freezes your bones and brain
With the snow that falls like storm,
And nothing but the white emptiness before your soul

And I’m walking with my bare two feet, listening carefully
To the sound of cars driving on the streets at night
To the sound of babies crying out their heart
To the sound of waves washing the shore, the sound of loneliness
To the sound of traveling stars, the sound of the universe

poem by Alexander Foald
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