Like daggers cut through flesh and bone,

Burrowing down to marrow,

This music creeps into these ears,

Channeling down the narrow

Canal in which the drum resides

And resonates inside us.

But do we listen?

Or do we hear?

Is there really a difference there, my dear?

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The anatomy

Is so scientific.

That the ability to listen

Becomes something quite prolific.

Swirling sound sends vibrations;

All of this and more creations.

To hear the nature of every dream

And audibly detect things that aren’t

As they seem.

And after hammering away on drum,

The sound transforms and we succumb…

Euphoric wonder and melodies

Everything from repulsive noise to symphonies.

And like the raspy breathing

Of a thousand corpses

And the creaking floor

Of the ground above us,

The sounds reverberate

And then silently dissipate.

But not without first

Chilling us to the core

And turning the faint beating

Of our lonely hearts

To a loud and thumping roar.

And with this roaring

The fire is sent soaring

Through vein and lung

Giving meaning to a life

Unsung.

Uncelebrated.

Unclear.

But a life that remains here.