Sullen faces on a dirty subway car,
a muffled song from nearby headphones,
a passenger absorbed in the music,
eyes closed and rocking to the beat,
echoes of words that cannot be heard,
voices that cry out from another world.
And there are other worlds,
for those that dare to listen,
muffled is their noise to us,
but a taste within our grasp,
if only we take time to listen.
By Kevin Lenihan
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