I’ll listen

To the

Dogs bark

At the wind

Howling

At the tiles

On the roof

 

I’ll listen

As they

Lose  

Their grip

And hit

The street

 

A dying man

Singing

I’ll try

Not to listen

 

I’ll listen

To hunger

Bellowed

Out through

A baby’s

Lungs

Screeching

 

I’ll listen

To her

Tired sigh

As she loses

Her grip

And cracks

In

The kitchen

Sink

 

A dying man

Singing

I’ll try

Not to listen

 

Strumming   

Memories

From a 

Favourite

Melody  

 

Voice cracking

Losing it's grip  

Hitting the floor

Faltering to a hum  

 

I'll try not to listen