Not unlike any other day;
Venturing a noon day stroll.
Characteristic music playing in my ears
Eerily absent as I make my way.
Preferring to listen to songs playing around me;
The rustling of leaves,
The birds in the trees,
Mariachi blaring from a passing car,
The sound of machinery
Busying otherwise idle hands,
The sounds of steel pipe clanging,
All music to my ears,
All sounds I would have missed
If they were muffled by my Beats.
How interesting I found this orchestra,
Each playing to its own metronome.
None were less sweet than the other
Though how vastly different the pitch.
Perhaps this is the beginning a new routine,
One in which I take notice.
Enjoying both the sights and sounds
Of the world that surrounds me
Instead of drowning it out with modern gadgetry.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~