some say the view is crazy
explosions of sound
ringing through my ears
a crash here
crack there
and bang from across the room
sound is produced
from anything possible
we all run from here to there
the noise changes with our movement
i stop for a moment and smile
appreciating the music
appreciating the creativity put into the sound

the door bursts open
followed by a loud order
the song ends
we disperse to find "something useful" to occupy our time
we all remain angry
at that voice
that anger
that inturrupted our song
that stopped the conspiracy in the making.




(sometime in 2000)