The raindrops turn to drumming on my bedroom window,
As I lay wide awake in the night.
The ticking clock,
the beat louder than ever in my ears.
The whistle of sirens form the hectic orchestra,
The distant birds, the melody.
The flickering blue lights, the disco ball.
The barking dog is the rapper in the dark night,
The raised voices, the chanting from the crowd.
The slammed doors, the clapping from the audience.
The heavy feet running down the hall way, the rehearsals from the marching band.
This music never sleeps just when you want it, you never get silence from any place I sit.