white noise

they’re here again
the organs
swelling around me
ominous tones

they’re not aural
but rather
visceral
like a soundtrack

an undercurrent that
accompanies my
thoughts
emotions

but it’s not always
organs
because the music
and my moods
are synchronous

and right now
it’s organs
a dirge
slow…deep…gregorian

subliminal
like a tide you didn’t notice
until the beach disappeared
swallowed by the
inexorable ocean


I’m not sure if it’s my
mood
that brings the music
or the other way around

chicken or egg
nature
or nurture
paradoxes of origin



nevertheless
the ever present music
flows in
around and
through me

and the organs
are here
until the tide
recedes back into
the sea

and the beach
is swept clean
allowing a fresh pallet
a clean slate

a new opportunity
for music and mood
to reflect
the mercurial nature of
my ever changing emotions

maybe I should
look to the moon
as it were
and attempt to
anticipate

gravity’s relentless tug
and
prepare myself
for the tidal shift

my personal lunar cycle
ups and downs
as reflected
in the music

hinging on the next sound
or mood swing
weaving a fresh tapestry

and I’ll nod my
head
keeping a perfect
rhythm
to the subconscious sounds
no one else can hear…