It’s loud in this quiet room…
You’d think that the quiet room in a house would be, well… quiet.
Perhaps that would make sense if the conversations, plans, and ruminations in my head weren’t quite so loud.
An inner guitar guy is trying to find just the right vibe and the amp is set on 11.
A tactile, tapping, improvising keyboard player is trying to find his inner Keith Jarrett.
The lover/lonely guy is sending loud vibes of need toward his partner/wife/friend.
Memories of a thousand loud smiles of daughters are clattering about in the shadows of my every waking moment.
And then there’s the constant whisper coming from the big circumstance, calling, calling…
Maybe I shouldn’t be so surprised that the quiet room is a bit noisy.