Someone sits down at a screen
can you hear the key strokes ?
Can you hear the doors open at daybreak,
early Spring, birds everywhere, each filled with song ?
Can you hear the drumroll of the commuter train
bumpbumpbump, five blocks away ?
Do you know the sound of a choir
dozens of voices becoming one, swelling toward the clouds ?
Do you remember the pop and hiss of a vinyl record
words you have memorized with each and every imperfection ?
Do you know the sound of midnight, traffic and
windchimes, a perfect metallic melody ?
of course you do