What something sounds like can’t change what it is:
The sound of a drawer opening …
The north wind on the telephone lines …
A motorbike along the lane …
Lilacs crashing through old barn walls …
The key turning in the door to an empty house …
Footsteps retreating.
Yet sound opens sound. It taps the spot that’s inside me with a lyric or melody, and the door to music opens:
The sound of clothes being emptied from the drawer by a departing lover …
The sound of the dangling farewell …
A biker who falls and in his fall hears his bones cry out …
The young sound in an old heart …
The hollow echo of the voice inside the door …
And me, walking beside you … humming like the air.
tony starling kidd 
Tony: This poem is beautiful. Your attention to detail and your ability to capture the mood a sound evokes is impressive. I LOVE this line: “Sound opens sound”. Thank you for this.
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Thank you, Shelly. More essays to come soon. I hope you’ll visit and read them.
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Gorgeous poem. “The sound of the dangling farewell”…stunning.
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These lyrical essays I’ve begun posting have a poetic quality, I suppose. Thank you, Laura.
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