This afternoon was sound and movement.

      bangs, clarions and hisses,

lovers creeping

   crawling

to each other.

It rained,

      a cold splatter, here and not here,

we talked,

      ravenous

the words of others surrounded us,

      like dishes touching dishes,

and,

       when we spoke,

our hearts were full of sound.

Vrooommm, buzz and kill…

Words were thrown at me,

and I heard them as applause

Clap, clap, clap

reassurement

Purr, purr, purr,

or confrontation

Pow, pow, pow!

All lost in the clang of the kitchen, the people and the cars outside the restaurant.

But still it was clear what I heard,

“I love you”

“Thank you for being here”

These are much better times”

“I’m happy that you’re with me”.

All the sounds that passed between me and my father.

Not because we don’t talk,

As we talk so much

Not because we don’t express emotions,

They come like voluble torrents of lava, violent and hearing only their sound.

Not because we don’t understand each other,

so, so much

But because,

some days are noisier than others,

full of streets, wants and longing,

and the loudest is the coming together with another.

All the bedlam drowns you

As you try for  love to pierce through.

And when you go away,

finally,

you understand the biggest noise was your heart.

Boom - boom - boom.