Strangely moved by disembodied sounds (a poem)

Today’s entry is something that occurs to me from time to time…

Four years old
sitting by the record player
listening to Sterling Holloway
narrate Peter and the Wolf

This became my favorite thing

How strange it is to turn a switch to ON
and have sounds pour forth
as if from out of nowhere

to see nobody speak, or sing
or play guitar or drums
yet hear the sound as it fills the space

to fall in love with the unseen character
or the singer
or the feeling the music brings

to have that become
something ordinary
a matter of routine

to recognize another person
someone we may never meet
solely by the sounds they make

the sounds that come to us
through boxes connected by wires
available whenever we want

Is that not just the greatest thing ever?!

(25 June 2017)

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