Lyrics

when I am listening
there is a song in everything
wind chimes and whippoorwills
laundry lines and seagulls hovering overhead
keeping that circadian rhythm
a gentle pulse
pus h i n g
and
p u l l i ng the tide
onto the rocky shore
it comes, and goes
in waves
r e a c h i n g
and retreating
into the silence of empty space
and there
on the sand
each note is written
(only for a moment)
until it is washed away again
into everything