Something about Sounds

Like leaves scurrying from behind
late at night in an empty street
so you look over your shoulder
and think of memorable movie scenes
where people, sitting on logs, or
standing in mosques, hear a presence
somewhere behind and turn to see,
wide-eyed.

Like a deep baritone of chances gone by,
or a plaintive hoot of the lost and not found -
the white noise of dead time
that insidiously caught you by surprise
and shaped itself into a soundtrack
you never knew was playing.
Like a distant song that should have regaled you
but made you cry.