It’s never silent in our home;
The music’s
always on,
Most often
from the radio,
Tuned in ‘til
dusk, from dawn.
The desktop
also pitches in
For jazz or
swing or blues
And there’s
another radio
That’s only
set to news.
The street
noise filters in as well,
But I can
tune it out,
Unless it’s
something extra loud,
Which
happens, there’s no doubt.
Yet mostly I
enjoy the sounds
Musicians
strum or blow
Or pluck or
tap or sing, through which
Good spirits
seem to flow.
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