Tonight I heard the music of rain
There’s a faint hum of the breeze
that meanders between the falling drops
The melody seems only to be interrupted by a diminuendo
like a moment of solace for the ensemble waiting to take its turn
Straggling drops find their footing on the canvas roof of our tent
With a sense of uncertainty I follow the fractured air playing like a flute upon our shelter
Each isolated droplet shrouding us in tension as if it’s the last
But the piecemeal tune lasts only a fleeting moment
Finally
The awaited crescendo – the climax
What was a hum is now embodied by a tempestuous philharmonie of wind
Drops bombard our roof
reminiscent of a city under siege
The shelling – an unsuspecting reminder of the peace, the silence that preceded.
It never felt like silence though.
Or perhaps neglect steals our appreciation for a song while we have the chance to listen.
Only for us to long for an encore.
I think we need to hear both songs – that of the quiet and of the loud
An incomplete composition without the two parts
Parts longing to be married that we unknowingly separate.
I think this song never ends.
An everlasting back-and-forth between the pair.
We, the listeners just loose sight of the conversation.
It never ends, one of the two is just singing louder.
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