When I Listen
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music. ~Friedrich Nietzsche~
It’s like..
The rushing of a busy highway.
Like...
The back alley of a dive bar
And the band is on intermission
Going over the lyrics.
Next song selected will make
Them listen.
It’s like..
The hurried and hushed
Whispers of an airport.
Like...
The bustle of a busy street
At the end of a workday.
Whispers or yells all sound the same.
Trying to make out what they say.
The interwoven intersections
Traffic jammed everyday.
Close your eyes– the words tick by
As if on display.
It’s all in how– you let the mind play.
Waves flow in like tidals.
Clarity comes sitting idle.
Or waves come in so smooth
Supporting your every move
With nothing to prove.
It’s the silence that bangs out
The dopest grooves.
And sometimes it’s the blues– sent to
Ease my moods.
If I didn’t have these guides -
Not sure what I’d do.
Always pulling me through.
So I don’t lose
Any parts of me.
Sometimes it’s all in what you see.
Visions can come by three.
And show you how to be free.
Just gotta believe.
And now back to that sound
That seems to be
All around.
You can feel it
If you touch the ground.
Different octaves
Float within the clouds.
Sometimes it’s loud
And you can’t really prove how.
You won’t always see it
Looking around.
It’s a resonance now.
Coming from within
Way deep down.
~Ruby L.S.~
17.2023.08
More on this poem here: https://open.substack.com/pub/introvertedsage/p/when-i-listen?r=29gi64&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web
