Crescendos

Crescendos

The sound of a plucked flower’s cry

Is drowned by

The sound of the fluttering wings of a butterfly

 

The sound a single leaf falling to ground in autumn

Is drowned by

The sound of aloneness sinking in a pint of rum

 

The sound of daylight brushing shoulders with dusk as they pass

Is drowned by

The sound of a drop of drew landing on a blade of grass

 

The sound of Heaven weeping as it sees what we’ve become

Is drowned by

The sound of Hell gloating at the sight of such treats to come

 

The sound of ghosts whispering in the lonely dark

Is drowned by

The sound of a child exploring worlds inside a park

 

The sound of long-ago memories in the falling rain

Is drowned by

The sound of hope as it floats, sinks and then rises to float again

 

The sound of innocence as it’s ripped away

Is drowned by

The sound of a predator roaring at its prey

 

The sound of thunder as it rends the sky

Is drowned by

The sound of monsoons quenching the thirst of July

 

The sound of my world as it falls apart

Is drowned by

The sound of the earth’s breaking heart

 

The sound of the loudest sound I’ve heard ever

Is drowned by

The sound of your footsteps, as they walk away forever

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