The Journey of Sound

blasting my ears
not music we're making
only noise
loud and unbalanced
but at least in tune
as far as my tortured drums can tell
because in our tent of sound
I can hear my voice
if not my thoughts
and as it floats out
pouring down the graceful hill
the notes tumble upon each other
gentle as with consciousness
not crashing into them
but rolling up against
and tugging softly at their sleeve