It’s difficult to say what happens
when the volume’s turned down
and the curtains closed
behind dark rooms
specifically kept silent
to invite less life?
I guess so.
A fly flies past you
All of a sudden, everything is alive
all that is inside breathes
unlike ever before, in the pulse of the birds
Alive, to the pulse of a world that never ceased to be
I’d take that anyday,
To the drama that is – a human relationship