We don’t dance in the rain anymore.
We don’t sing amidst the silent streets at night. The crowded streets have become louder than our voices.
We don’t sing to the moon anymore. The rivers have forgotten our song.
All we have is the monotone rhythm of hollow footsteps that lull our days into night.
But once in a while, I hear the earth humming
Like the white noise of this harried life was just a gap, and the next song is about to begin.
No worries though. My soundtrack is on an infinite loop.