I can’t seem to let this go
The feeling that I am missing something
I can’t hear their song
Everyone around me
In step, striding in sync
There is an aim in every action
Every footfall facilitates each
To some goal
So I wear my mask
To pass amongst them
But I am slipping
Do they know
I can feel the strands
But can’t hear the thrum
I sense but don’t see
The connections between
Brothers and daughters
Husbands and friends
Vibrating from each side
Tying one to the other
Allowing them to dance in time
Matching Resonant frequencies
Amplifying each other
While in others the music fights
Each refusing to hear
Only to be heard
Until the magnitude dwindles
And they stop dancing
These can’t last
Do they know
The song is beautiful because it must end
Still they march and sway
In step as one