Sound Sights

sounds of the morning
fall desperately silent
on the cold ground,
disappearing
without a trace
into earth's surface,
providing guidance
for the day to those who
would be close by;


sounds of the morning
persist in my ears like
memories singing and ringing,
vibrations of tones,
remembered all too well
from my distant youth;


sounds of the morning
steal away my apathy

my depression
my reluctance to care
as if this music was
the cure for it all;


sounds of the morning
rain down upon me,
a light punishment for
the man I have become.

25Oct14