Not unlike any other day;

Venturing a noon day stroll.

Characteristic music playing in my ears

Eerily absent as I make my way.

Preferring to listen to songs playing around me;

The rustling of leaves,

The birds in the trees,

Mariachi blaring from a passing car,

The sound of machinery

Busying otherwise idle hands,

The sounds of steel pipe clanging,

All music to my ears,

All sounds I would have missed

If they were muffled by my Beats.

How interesting I found this orchestra,

Each playing to its own metronome.

None were less sweet than the other

Though how vastly different the pitch.

Perhaps this is the beginning a new routine,

One in which I take notice.

Enjoying both the sights and sounds

Of the world that surrounds me

Instead of drowning it out with modern gadgetry.

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~