Wednesday, 26 February 2020

Voices



Voices getting dull and mute
in the buzzing of oveloaded batteries
of a child.

Voices we even don’t notice
when we make those.

Loud music
flowing out of open pores
as the sweat of young hearts.

Monotonous voices
forming the light-footed cardiogram
of our days.

And right then these are the brightest
when we have no time
to listen –
and when we finally do it
it’s all too loud.

The buzzing of pubs
in the middle of walls
of the old town.
The humming of cars or freeways.
The shrieks and shouts
from the playgrounds,
forgotten meaning of these,
forgotten by the ones
who are scared to become children again.

Voices getting dull and mute
in the ears, deafened by years.

Too much wisdom.
To many experiences.

If only we could life forever –
I guess the the moment would arise
when we remember all of it at once
and then really
stretch over the ocean of time.

If only it would be possible
to live forever –
until now I didn’t get
why we need it so much.

The buzzing of pubs
in the middle of walls
of the old town.
The hungry smack on the water,
a pike ready to spawn
in the river of the very old town.

Loud pumping music
in the shopping window
of a very young person
pacing by.
Go ahead, you can see it all,
you can recognise
your own ears, hungry for sounds,
sincere and shameless.

Voices.
Voices becoming silence.

But not now.
Not just yet.
You can listen now.

Any voice, any sound
is better then silence.

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