Music

If walls had ears, they'd hear the music of my family.

Some days our tune is happy, filled with laughter.

The drumming of little feet running from room to room,

with the bass of a teenager stomping down the stairs.

Our voices the melody. Drifting up from the first floor calling to one another.

Other days our song is more quiet. The whirring of a fan a constant buzz,

a whisper while the baby naps. More silence than singing but a silence that

fills the room with itself.

Sometimes the silence is shattered with good news, bad news. A child crying.

Dishes clanking together as we sit down to dinner. Doors opening and closing.

It can be the same song played over and over and then one day it's new.

It's a love song, a children's song, a folk song. It's all songs.If walls had ears, they would hear the music of my life.