Soundwalk: 'What I Hear'

There is a serene symphony in the complexity of sounds.

I admire how the many layers are organically tailored,

Each possessing a character all on its own.

They aren't looking for each other,

However they come together, they just happen to flow.

In the foreground, the sound of rustling leaves,

Tripping over themselves, as they hurry by my feet.

In a haste perhaps, to catch up to the whistling wind that never stays,

But tugs at things as it makes its way.

Trees get to dancing, and I listen on, as they sway, sway, sway.

Moving vehicles against the wet asphalt, like waves crashing against the sand.

They often come as fast as they go,

And yet, and still, it’s not quite always so.

The squeaking sound of bicycle brakes, grew softer—the closer it came.

As the loud tooting of horns took over, ricocheting through my ear.

Not to be disheartened, birds are friends too, kind enough to save the day.

With their highly anticipated high-pitched tunes,

That gives the most pleasant and peaceful serenade.

The sound mark that stood out in the Brookville Park,

Is the ear-splitting hum of airplanes taking-off, landing and flying overhead.

Its loudness and close proximity, can be intimidating and can leave you overwhelmed.

Still, there is a loud silence, that hangs in the background.

Not waiting on anything, because it holds everything,

Because it is home.