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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.
hues of black and white
splashed with colors bright,
illustrate memories of a life
haunted by joy and strife.
brush strokes twist and bend
tableus of life until its end.
images unseen with outward eyes
express the experience of human ties.
but oils begin to melt
as times fades each event ever felt.
whispering thoughts of the past
dissolve memories that cannot last.
yet, each canvas shall remain
another painting stain.