Singing

in soft tones singing

quieter than our breath

a heart slows to listen 

deeply  

falling

to sleep 

in journey on

those winding roads they

twist and turn

the rows of houses 

the trucks

the blank faces of all the people passing

by 

the big events of

all things 

seemingly unseen

or haphazard

plays out 

a cryptic and

jumbled phantasmagoria