The sounds of the world are an untuned orchestra —
a crying baby clashing with the hum of a bee’s wings.
Just as crashing cymbals jar the soothing purr of an oboe.
How does a crashing wave rhythmically coasting across the sand accompany the honks of a NYC cab?
To the ear —
the sounds of the world are a cacophony.
To the soul —
the sounds of the world are in harmony.
– Inspired by reading Lit by Mary Karr.