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.
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.
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