In my briefest way, I tell you this
The best sounds are quiet sounds. Like the sound of a baby’s breathing while sleeping on her father’s shoulder as he hold his child. Or maybe the best is the sound of your loved one sleeping next to you, which is virtually soundless, but yet in your heart, you can literally hear everything in the world.
The best sounds are the sounds of your loved one’s laugh because I swear this beats any antidepressant. This beats any drug because when she laughs, suddenly; all the world suspends for a minute and nothing else exists. Others may look and stare,but who cares because when she laughs (I swear) there is nothing else in the world quite like it
The best sound to hear is the sound of the wind blowing while standing high upon a tall building in Midtown Manhattan. This is where I hear myself best. I hear myself truthfully and I speak my thoughts without saying a word, and somehow, it all comes back to me, returned and peacefully.
Some of the best songs are the quiet songs because these are the ones that express how we feel.
There is a song I hold dearly and close to my heart:
It opens with—
When the wind is blowing in your face
and the whole world is on your case,
I can offer you a warm embrace
to make you feel my love.
And the song closes with this—
I could make you happy,
make your dreams come true
There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do
Go to the ends of this Earth for you
To make you feel my love.
My first real poem was this
If I listen, I can hear you in my thoughts
If I look, I can see you in my dreams
and on the movie screens behind the walls of my eyelids
But one day . . .
I will hold you in my arms