The rumble of the running train
The splatter of the pouring rain
Each creates a magical symphony
Not just a random noise in vain
The rustle of the autumn leaves
The chirping birds in spring eves
A different note, the same pattern
Interlaced in time as nature weaves
The bustle of the busy street
The flicker of the summer heat
The cry of a newborn child
The tapping of a dancer’s feet
Every sound there was and will be, is not lost, but stored rather safely
In the womb of time, in the form of rhyme
And songs that are a thousand years old, stories that have been told and retold
Of loves found and lost, of roads walked and crossed
Of peaceful days in white sands, of journeys made in alien lands
And of victories and defeats and loyalties and deceits
All floats around like the eons old wind,
Listen to it, it plays a song,
And when you hear it, sing along
For you play a part too, to help it carry on…….
