Under the sounds
of the electric fan
and the traffic, the television
and the click of this keyboard,
there is a voice smooth as cedar flute
expertly played,
simple and utterly present
in this room full of noise;
I could turn off everything
and listen more closely,
but I know
there is no song
except that drawn
from out of chaos.
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