Alive

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

birds chirp
lizards bicker
winds turn
leaves dance
clouds hover

moonlight descends
All of a sudden, everything is alive
all that is inside breathes

unlike ever before, in the pulse of the birds
the lizards
The winds
Leaves
Clouds

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