Listen for Sounds

It is impossible upon hearing a sound

not to interpret its meaning,

for sounds are the skeletons of words

meanings are their flesh, as

conversations become torsos

shaped by the timbre and music

of words spilling from our lips.

We ascribe a landscape to sounds

adding colours seasons temperatures,

slow torpidity grey dark cold

rhythm movement green bright heat

staccato birth yellow glowing warmth

comfort harvest russet burnished dusk,

sounds are our core, our fibre, our bones.

Published by grahamrsherwood