Noise

I can feel it
when my neighbor dog barks,
when there’s thunder in the sky,
when there are birds by my window.

Can you hear it?
Can you hear how tangible it is?
Can you hear how it feels?

The wonder in the old dogs bark?
The rage in the sky?
The hope in the trees?

I can.

I can hear it
like I can feel the heat
of a fire
- Or the cold of ice.

I can hear it like I can feel
security
and I can hear it,
almost as though,
the noise is a gun
aimed at me.

Please pull the trigger.

If you never shoot
I’ll never know.

The depth of emotion
hidden behind the initial click
and the regret behind the final bang.

I want to feel the noise
I want to understand it.

I want to know how it feels
to have the noise all surrounding.
A shield or knife
- All protecting.

It’s buzzing in my ear,
it won’t stop.

I don’t mind.

I just want to imagine the noise,
when silence is all I hear.