the sound

listen well, you'll hear
the sound fill the air
when machines shut down
and the day is done

hear this song; it played
every time you came
each time you drew near
here next to me

there's nothing else that remains
when the silence grows again
when everything else fades
except this sound

it's not the mantra-drone
nor a cacophone
it's a single note
that we both know

listen well, you'll hear
the sound fill the air
when machines shut down
and the day is done

it is the love tune
played long and sure
the beat of the soul
where I'm at home
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