The Music

Music is now the sound of time passing.
It's the last layer of the audible ether.
It's our soundtrack of silence.
If you sit in an empty room,
breathing noislessly, and let
the top-40 tunes echo in a sealed off
arbor of your brain so that you don't
hear your heart beat or your lungs empty,
you've found the new meditative place, our
tranquility. And when you hear
one of those songs again, you'll wonder
where you'd heard it before. What
you'll decide is that it's just music;
you know that sound--and then the door
in your head will shut and the silence
will come flushing back in with thin
tiled walls that crumble with the least listening.