Shouted angers,
sobs, hates.
Lovers’ soft oaths,
the barking of
distant dogs, unknown
stirrings in night kitchens.
The whizzing-by of fate’s
unstopped bullets. Hiss
of last breaths.
All to be found
on a road
to a country named Music
through which
all sound passes
at some point
to wait until chosen
for its place in song.
Dark Matter 