AUDIO.

Noises wail

And assail him

Daily,

And all he wants to do is see them,

But,

As I explain,

You can only hear them

From a distance

Or up near,

But sometimes what appears

To be one thing

Is another,

As its note is smothered,

Or undiscovered,

And can only be disclosed

Once shown,

And even then

It’s the tone that makes it known.

And when he’s out

He loves the voices of the crowd,

And greets them eagerly,

Especially if accompanied

By hounds,

And siren sounds

Induce excited

High pitched

Exclamations of his own;

Although usually he doesn’t like it loud,

Unless there’s music

To soothe it,

And then it’s none stop

Until he drops

From spinning to the thing,

But once refreshed

He crests the waves

Again.