03 June 2010

one hundred-twenty three.

sound of a trumpet.

someone is playing a tune in the sky
its trickling down the side of my window
while i heard an eruption from the rage of
thunder
i paused
fell silent
neck shifted
mind boggled
confused
while wondering how a beautiful tune
could be misconstrued
by deaf ears
on nights
like this
confusing music
with anger instead
of bliss.