... songs...

Songs

This is one of those mornings
when the Sun appears to shake
in the blue sky and the
feathers of birds ruffle in a breeze
more heard than felt, a gathering
front of every song that has ever
been sung from radios, concert halls
and showers, because when
the music and words fade away
they never really cease, only
travel the world until random chance
brings a cluster of them together
to stir the air and make the clouds
rise, and even rattle the windows
in my small kitchen as if
a plane or something meaningful
had just passed by;
these songs keep sweeping the globe,
crossing invisible boundaries
with their inaudible lyrics
floating behind them like toes
trailed across a pond, barely
causing the water to ripple in the
excitement that something good
has just visited, but the waters know
not what, only that somehow,
someway, they feel lighter
right down to their stones.