Sounds And Music

A nail groans as it leaves wood,

not only groans, but shrieks and cries

in its small voice: I was in my place!

The joy of a schoolyard hard at play,

kindergarten to grade six,

whooping and surging as I pass,

reminds me of dolphins, gulls overhead.

A strong, mechanical, heavy noise,

like a train, applied for long becomes voices:

dominates, worries, makes us look up

in search of what’s talking or has arrived. 

Such is the power of raw sound

to afford anguish, freedom or threat;

such is its path to emotional thought,

beyond metaphor to resonance,

Not only with mechanical things,

but flesh and blood, being and soul,

It's no wonder music moves us.