Aramís hears the music

Feburary 02, 2008

Today I awake

like no other day.

Today I hear the sound of music.

I think I’ll start the day with a shave,

and I hear the razor on my face,

I hear it scrape, scrape the hairs away.

I used to see my brother play,

picking away, picking away,

but now I hear the lovely chimes

as his fingers clip each string of his guitar.

I walk right into the kitchen

and I hear a drip, drip, drip.

Yesterday I wouldn’t have known,

“Father, the faucet is leaking.”

I head straight for the door

and I hear a bark, bark, bark.

I think the dog wants some attention.

Mother calls from inside,

never would have guessed

an angel could speak so sweet.

Standing on the edge of the street

I feel the ground rumble,

and oh I can hear the ramble

as the cars go zoom, zoom, zoom.

Someone greets me, how nice,

my own voice no longer a grumble

“I’m fine, how are you?”

Today I hear music everywhere I go.

You wouldn’t know,

But I hear music everywhere I go.

I have a favorite song I sing,

everyday I sing it,

and it goes:

“I love you very much.”