Simple Joy

Loud rumble of my daddy's voice

rattles me from my slumber

as I open my eyes

to the still-sunless sky

that lies beyond my window.

 

Gentle murmur in the bedroom next door

as a small child turns in her sleep--

baby sister,

but baby no longer,

snuggling deeper under rustling blankets

to find the quiet warmth.

 

Joyful serenade--

performance by a cheerful robin

perched on trembling branch outside,

as the wind in the trees

sings perfect harmony

and the earth's throbbing heartbeat keeps time.

 

Laughter and giggles,

teenage girls sharing secrets

whispers and sighs and dreams...

raucous boys with their voracity for life,

shouting and posturing,

gallant peacocks,

hopes to catch someone's eye.

 

Soft strains on a piano,

warm melodies from the trumpet,

gliding clarinet,

sweetly soaring flute,

gently strum the guitar strings,

wake the hymn and give it life,

as the congregation warbles every note...

Amazing Grace...

such a sweet, sweet sound.

 

Noise so beautiful,

the color in my life.

A world without music,

how would I survive?

And how will she survive--

she who has no ears to hear?

Deprived of simple joy,

as we add to the racket

and complain that it's too loud,

and forget that some

have never heard.