Sounds

The clock is ticking.

The rooks are cawing. The breath is escaping and returning with a soft hiss. The hard-drive is humming. Something inside my head, my internal hard-drive, is humming too. I think it’s the blood rushing around, but I’m no expert.

The keyboard is clicking.

This is the music of life. Always sounds present, even in that space we call Silence.

I don’t always listen closely enough.

The songwriter should probably pay a little more attention to Sounds.