I never quite realized
(though I’ve complained
about it many times)
just how much you
fill the world with sound.

In the quiet loneliness of today,
I ache for the boisterous noise
of your sing-song voices,
needing the silent rooms
of this empty house to be
filled with your world of sound.

The days are long between
you and I, but I will gather
up my to-do list, read my
books and magazines
without a single interruption,
and wait, ever-so-quietly wait,
to listen to your world of sound.