It was a hot, sunny day,
the first one after weeks full of rain, which made it seem warmer.
You could hear the thunder crackling, rumbling and rattling,
slightly off beat, which made it seem louder.
You could hear flies, beetles and bees,
hear them chirping, buzzing and squeaking,
causing distress in different pitches.
You could hear birds whistling, humming and tweeting,
singing to different melodies,
irritating with different symphonies,
causing a cacophony that builds bridges.
‘Cause no matter the age, gender or name,
everyone here hated this soundcheck the same.
On this hot, sunny day.
It was a loud, sunny day,
There were drums crackling, rumbling and rattling,
louder than ever thought possible,
and louder than humanly bearable.
There were violins, basses and cellos chirping, buzzing and squeaking,
not one of them hitting the notes
crashing all of our hopes.
And there were flutes whistling, humming and tweeting,
and somehow playing different pieces.
As the discomfort increases,
all one can do is leave,
quiet and fast, just like a thief
on this loud, sunny day.