These chamber walls will me to hush, <br />yet they continue their perpetual thrumming <br />in a manner most soporific <br />as they beckon that I approach <br />'listen, ' they whisper, 'hear it now? ' <br /> <br />The alcove's windows are thrust agape <br />and outside them the sound grows <br />shaped by people and places <br />of which I'll never know <br />to which I'll never go <br /> <br />Surely, It's the houses I'll never live in <br />the expensive cars I'll never drive <br />and the friends I'll never meet <br /> <br />At this I reply: <br />'Ah yes, this is how the world sounds. <br />This is all that makes it up; this is all that it is.'<br /><br />Nika McGuin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-world-as-seen-by-lazarus/
