the sound

 

The sound of angsty rock music

Seems obtrusive to this quiet

Little home who’s housed souls

Are the tired and resting, new and old

 

An assaulting rhythm of communicated

Pain echoing from speaker to aged
walls that nurtured dozens of spirits

Disturbing the laid to rest

Of this grand scale home

Little and old rocking to the wind

Blowing away the warm tiredness of a day

Author's Note

Cp. 5:33PM Tx. Thu 12/27/07 Smile Empty Soul Inspiration fading, Sick, Here, Something to do. (Written, Tobi)