by Storm 1977, 2003
Listen. New hymns are forming
in the laughter of a friend.
Beneath your feet, the grass chants
snatches of songs even you haven’t heard of.
In the meadow, cows are practicing
ancient operas and cadenzas.
The dog beside you is flat picking with its feet
and accompanying itself on the collar.
When the cat claws on the screen,
it is really saying it wants a washboard,
a banjo, and a whole jug band.
If the fly’s buzz were slowed down,
it would be a carol.
Listen. Your silence is a melody.
You will hear its refrain from a stranger,
who was taught it by your absent friends.
In the distance, your heart is drumming.
When it arrives, this entire room will
become an orchestra.
Listen. Can you recognize
that the trees are humming
Happy Birthday and Auld Lang Syne?
They have been rehearsing for months
waiting to surprise you.