HIDDEN MUSIC
Sometimes I think I hear music
just below the hum of the house,
as if an orchestra were tuning up
or wrestling with its separate intentions.
I open the front door to check
for radios, or the neighbors unrest,
but the sound is within something
close by, behind an unseen door
not thick enough to hide
the wild intentions of a place
just on the far side of my awareness.
It’s happening just beyond me.
I hear it sometimes.
I want to find it.
I want to open the door.