Sep 05


the music is playing,
dancing in a forgotten rythem 
beside deafened ears

i pay it no attention, for
my mind is elsewhere.

the music, a noise that does not exist
on paper, on a solid surface
has become a blur.

when i am focused, the noises become silence
but a loud silence,
the kind that hums,
the kind that you do not notice
until it is gone.