Stop the words
Everything is music.*
The moaning at night as we age, vibrating through the body.
The humming in the shower accompanying the flow of water.
The rustling of the sprouting kale seeds and blossoms of peas.
Listen to the melodies of life bursting forth. The pencil on paper.
The rumbling of the dishwasher singing out in rhythm.
Let the music of the crunch of toast fly.
*Words from a Rumi poem.
Louis W Sutker says