the kitchen was a melting pot of voices

consciously oblivious 

to the rhythmic pitter patter of rain on a metal roof 

the sounds are muffled,

as if wrapped in sheets of cellophane

a piano slinks into the makeshift tune

a melody from long ago

floorboards creak beneath feet

protesting the incessant pacing

the sound of silence is a deafening drum  

finding its way through the rips in the patchwork of the melody 

float into an extravagant armchair

to absorb the harmonious song 

before it slips away into the omnipresent darkness 

that inevitably consumes all light and sound

sounds we allow ourselves to call joy

are simply an accidental collaboration 

an exquisite collage of awful

nevertheless, we appreciate this wonderful accident 

And are left reminiscing on that rainy day in January

when everything was complete

for two and a half minutes

and we were human 

once again.