I was thinking – Coffee is a drink, a drug and a colour; what if it was also a sound? I asked some friends what it would sound like. This is my interpretation of what they said. Thank you for you help guys 🙂
At a silver moon,
On a distant hill,
A successful hunt is announced.
A pack of dingoes howl…
Maybe this is the sound of coffee?
Through an open window,
Released from the smoky confines
Of a single bed studio,
A haunted alto-sax brays a single
Inspired note…
Does it scream the sound of coffee?
Beneath the rain soaked street
Gurgles unknown liquid.
Through untold twists and turns
To hidden places,
That beckons the seeker…
Does she hear the sound of coffee?
Between the madding crowd
His footsteps carry him to the source;
A gentle buzz.
Like a distant, overheard conversation
That’s never whispered behind his back…
This is surely the sound of coffee?
Across an African plain they come;
One million hooves.
Their thunder quickens one’s breath,
Enlivens one’s heart,
Crescendos and carries one onwards…
Mirroring the sound of coffee?
Ocean waves crash in salty air,
Hissing against a golden beach.
Washing away all signs of intervention.
Nature’s white noise,
Enriches the senses and moves the soul…
Closer to the sound of coffee?
A gentle shrug and soft sigh,
A look that drifts into the distance,
A mind at peace and pondering;
If a tree falls in a forest
And nobody is around to hear it…
Will that be the sound of coffee?
Poetry is my aeroplane 