How can sound be found in our blood?
It’s less tangible than the wind
less so than moonlight on my skin
still certain words and certain songs
like burglars in the night
rob me while I’m sleeping tight
reality and dreams never more overlapping in sight
how sounds bound
from one mountain top to the next
from peak to valley we all fall vexed
gravity heavier than what we see
sound so soft it floats upon the sea
still so deep it gets beneath bodies that couldn’t breathe beneath the deep
that they had to take to the shore
where they picked up two rocks and wrote the score
to this symphony called reality.