Soft whispers,
The loud crackling of leaves,
The silence,
Has a sound.
Louder than the plates,
Twisting,
Fidgeting,
Under the earth,
The surface.
The music,
The music in the woods,
Soft laughter,
Faint,
Growing with motion,
The music,
Sweet music,
The music of the woods.
In the distance,
I hear music.
Bird?
No, sweeter.
Stereo?
No, softer.
Angel?
No, more delicate.
What is this sweet song I hear?
I look in the blue,
The sound grows louder.
This sweet song,
Is from me.
