We’ll dance till the band
runs out of breath…
Sound
A pleasant change up,
or a booming motion down…
The smallest noises,
mangified by echoes,
until they’re thunder…
Were that we could all see,
the color of the sound,
that we make every day,
and send all around…
A slight turn of the ear,
and a wave of recognition,
draining back into the sea of sound…
Loud and ever proud,
sound passing far and wider…
A small wave of sound,
carrying a whispered word…
A wide open field, at the base of a mountain…
If humans,
could hear all the higher frequencies…
How I wish,
I could see sound,
floating through the air…
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