Daily Archives: April 5, 2021

Listening

Echo of a whistle where there was wind.
It’s not exactly silence, the empty
rumbling where a voice used to be, hidden
openness in the middle of a heart
where trees used to stand just to the side of
the light. It’s not music, it’s not a place
where music is made, even though there is
something that jitters like drums and shivers
like vibrato and wails high and forceful
like a trumpet squeezed tight enough to pierce
the threshold of hearing and keep climbing,
and then the wail keeps wailing but unheard,
just like the tree that fell. Light breaks, refracts,
and divides. The heart whispers to a stop.