The sprinkler performs on the two and four

The quiet treble clef hum of the microwave faintly C flat

The synchronized flap of wings

birds-

Gnats, butterflies and otherwise

all rise

sounding out their gps location

to the dead reflection of stars.

your heart

Your feet and their footsteps

ticktocking in tune rhythmic sensations

moving like clocks unwinding

signaling your existence

and demise

laughing dreaming music

all of it

reverberating off the drum skin of the sky

splitting into railroad tracks

and children with their clicking legos

creation of beauty and waste

from life’s musical smoke signals

I feel like the devil’s kin

because I can see it

the magic in the beating

of your eyelids

and the fan blades

raindrops or a symphony of tears

and colorful diagrams of movement

in pools of nothing

tapping

breaking

causing breathing

coming and leaving

echoes resonate

silent noise of love

called heartaches

and all i hear is a steady pounding

even when I sleep and dream of you…