The sound of lockdown, what does it mean to you?
A time of togetherness or a time for feeling blue
What sound do the walls of isolation make?
Are they real and clear or imaginations fake?
Left alone with thoughts swirling in the mind
What sounding accompaniments will you find
Sounds making the soundtrack of your day
Music, conversational drones, or laughter as children play
Nature sounds louder without traffics roar
The bird's tweet and tweet again as if penning a musical score
The drums of anger as a confinement argument ensues
Tensions rise, dramatic sounds as a cup smashes by your shoes
Or softly romantic strings indicating love blossom blooms
The array of each day as we listen to humanities tunes
The tap of keyboard keys, home working on a desk or coffee table
Sips of coffee like cymbals, the sound of employees willing and able.
The sound of lockdown, will yours stick with you forever?
When the rainbow comes will we all be one and share our sounds together.
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