Our world is
But distractions pulling
Us or masking
Things or hiding
Others but the
One thing that
The world can’t
Do is quiet
The longing for
Love it rages
And beats becoming
Louder louder louder
Until at last
It finds another
Whose sound is
Similar and then
All the world
Quiets down slows
Down bows down
Finally allowing birdsongs
And puppy whimpers
To once again
Delight our ears
