I am in this café looking out towards the cars listening,
To the rain as it pats the windowpane and glistening
In the light of the streetlamps standing sentinel pose,
The rhythm of the rain interposing thoughts I suppose.
There is no control over the places the rain will fall
But at least I have something to listen to after all.

I am in this living room in silence but listening always,
There is only my heartbeat I notice pounding away
As the quiet cuts decidedly across my concentration 
There are brief clatters as my keyboard is a distraction
But I am not worried my thoughts are in need of renewal,
As I discover past mind pictures in places I can recall.

I am in this wooded area and while listening the air is cool,
The birds are all of a chatter and sing their songs in tall
Trees that sway to the winds that disturb their very leaves,
I love the rustling of the leaves and the fresh air I breathe,
In this place increasingly I sense I’m becoming more real
Listening can be a tonic but within me the sounds will still.

I am in this holiday place where gulls cry out to no one,
But they sail on passed me in a cocky way; are you done
They scream as I lay listening in the warm afternoon sun,
The sea in the distance beckons me to join in the throng
I expect nothing more than to hear my best ever song
That echoes around inside my head all the day long.

I am on this doorstep listening to the people on the inside
Trapped I am wondering whether the door bell on the outside
Will scream obscenities to all within beyond this door,
What matter is it to me if they hear the truth and much more
What do I care, they do deserve an earful of fuck and bloody
I rang the bell and moved away not speaking until I’m ready.

I am in this bed listening to the clock mocking my sleepy eyes
I can’t sleep, as usual, the whirring of my brain I now realise
Doesn’t want me to put head to pillow and get down to sleeping
No it wants me at its mercy it repeats over a phrase I’m keeping,
Hidden away inside my heart where I wait for its completion.
It’s been a long long time, I am aware of its possible depletion.

I am on a carousel most people would call life and listening
To what they say about it only makes me feel like disappearing,
So I can gather evidence of an energy to discover the feeling
Down inside of me that I have lost something of true meaning
I see pictures of lakes, ducks dragon flies, geese and cranes,
In the sunlight I spy a shadow that needs to be in light again.