Where you can hear it

It’s sunshine through blinded windows

draped across a dusted room

Silent ringing through clouded ears

From windows down on long dirt roads

Stoplights singing through misty mornings,

light breathing it’s way through the fog

The sound of music coming from wired

headphones,

played by the passenger on the train,

sitting two seats to your left

Heat from the bonfire on my back,

while I look up at the night sky,

crackling seems to be the only sound allowed into

my mind,

it’s making a place next to you

I can’t quite tell you how it feels to be yours

But if you pay attention to the air between us,

You’ll find the feeling there

Thats where you can hear it