I hear

I hear the music
the rustle of the leaves
the sound of birds
this is the calming
of a cold soul
the beating of a heart
that beats for nothing
I hear a tune
in the mildest of breezes
inhale—
get my fix
to go on
with mundane activities
I hear a sonnet
in words as they
come out of a child's mouth
innocent
unsure
mixed with naivety
I hear the music
when all else fails me
I hum in tune
just to get by—
this is life