Noise

the music, the noise and the heartbeat of time

the clinking of glasses, filled up with wine

the rumble of traffic , a distant roll call, 

the roar of the crowd as their team wins the ball

the high pitched whirring- a dentist's drill 

the drumming of rain on the windowsill

the swishing of cars on a rain slicked street

the much vaunted patter of tiny feet

the sound of a drummer's skill and precision

my favourite music, Van's 'Beautiful Vision'

the rattle of machine guns in a far-off warzone

the insistent chirrup of the latest I-phone

the squalling of gulls, a discordant cry

the beat of white wings, as they swoop on by

the drunkard's shouts, a howl at the moon,

the slamming of doors and seperate rooms

soon all becomes silent , its almost that stage

the silence of music , four minutes -john cage

the almost mute darkness in depths of the night

the homeless lay hidden , in margins from sight.