The sounds of laughter, and an honest “I love you” wrapped in tight arms.
Dusk thanking me for the day, and tiptoeing children on Christmas morning.
I’ve listened to long imaginative stories told by a child.
The echo of unlived dreams, and the sharp sounds of a bitter argument.
I have listened to jokes read page after page by an 11 yr old.
8 year old’s secrets shared under layers of safety
I’ve heard keypads clicking, connecting teenagers,
And a husband cooking fish for lunch.
The whisper of my inner voice, and the screams of delight on a roller coaster.
I’ve listened to pain; I’ve heard loneliness sobbing in the dark.
A dog welcoming me home, and an endless complaint.
I’ve heard the gentleness of understanding and the security of knowing.
Hear that? Now? You may need to move in closer, or take a few steps back.
It’s a folk song, a symphony, all of life.
Hum along if you dare. Go on, tap your foot, harmonize, put down a beat.
But know that we are not here to just listen, nor simply applaud.
For we are here also to compose.