Mindless chattering.
The word in a tumultuous disarray,
unaware of the music around them.
Quietly,
simply,
sweetly,
speaking to everyone,
falling on deaf ears.
The world in a constant buzz;
the droning of a hive.
Swirling around you,
drowning the music.
Every once in a while
a note here
or a note there,
striking a chord in you (like a chime).
Focus closer on the notes
slowly the world's chaos melts away,
leaving the music to envelope you.
Only those truly listening will hear
the music,
made silent by the world.
How often do you stop and listen to the music?
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