Room for Sound (a psalm)
Whistling airstream whirls through a crack;
…..understand the silence of a room not entered.
Mute from birth listening to the maelstrom;
…..words linger without hope in barren vocal cords.
Stillness of meditation creates harmony of thought;
…..sound amplified in an empty house is too loud.
Listening to bad news on the box is a hard drone;
…..hunger returns when the funny man gets to the guts of it.
Bathroom acoustics are great for any instrument;
….. but audiences prefer the comfort of a larger space.
Wild dolphins connect to the pod with clicks and squeals;
…..captured dolphins reel from sonar in a confined space.
If dolphins could speak their minds they might be free;
…..how could we deny them the room for their sound.
Note: an edited repost 🙂
22 thoughts on “Room for Sound (a psalm)”
I’m afraid if they did speak…they would be held hostage until the betrayed the secrets of the deep….oh just a mood brought on by listening to too much Haydn this afternoon…enjoyed your poem.
There is such a thing as too much Haydn?
I think you may be right Charles – we would exploit them in some other way for sure 😦 but the dolphins will get their revenge when they take over the world (they’re already communicating via ESP according to The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy – hahaha 😉 and talking about us behind our backs.
Love those two opening lines, particularly, Gabrielle.
Thanks Martin – they’re my favourites too (I was in my office a long time ago and the wind was whistling through a crack in the nearly shut sliding door – when I shut the door properly the sound was gone – I ponderated on this amazement ;)).
Bathroom audience is OK so long as he/she has been invited.
haha I used to go to parties with a lot of musos and there would always be someone playing guitar on the edge of a bath tub or sink (good reverbs as they say) – you would know all about these things Staffo having been a professional muso yourself.
Some really thought-provoking reflections on sound/space.
thanks colonialist – it’s something I think about a lot
I love the idea here of sounds in different places, and the fact that sound itself needs room to reverberate. Wistful read, Gabrielle.
Thanks Kate 🙂 you get 5/5 for your comment – hahaha (and a pink star)
Thanks Graham 🙂
the finale is great, unexpected and so true. It applies to any confined animals.
Thanks Ben 🙂
Wonderfully written and so true. The freedom to be is….as it should be.
As it should be – indeed Renee 🙂 thank you
This poem makes me think of the wonderful sounds we hear when diving in that vast strange acoustic room that is the ocean
exactly bb 🙂 the under water world has a very special quality
thanks Aletha – it is a meditation 🙂 hope all is well with you – will catch up soon when I have a breath 😉