Cant you hear it?
there is music
from behind the walls.
whimsical wind
its calling
begging
listen listen listen

an ambulance rushes below
the window
traffic
and the music
the sole instrument
the soloist
trumpet? trombone?
perhaps clarient?
its no flute. no tuba. nor french horn.
it's music
listen listen listen
again

chipped blue nails
nervod tapping
oh nerves
and pick pick picking
and the music
echo from another world
at our fingertips
bleeding now
distract
focus
there is no focus
listen

can you see it?
the crack has widen
they can't see it
can you see it?
dreanged distraction
the snow
the music
the crisis
the nonsense
distract
distract

suddenly...

it stops

and silence.