I heard

On a castle of heartbeats and shame
there was a turret 
upon which the ghost of a man
told of murder

but I won't ask questions about to be
nor imagine the aristocrat's plight when it comes to war

the rain causes cars to sound entirely different
stickers coming off the pavement 
from high enough up
the sound blends together and emotions are lost

rage turns to sleep and sadness to calm
as sound is the great cause of small changes
listen well and be transformed.