Soundtrack

My life is a cacophony of sounds

permanently ingrained into my pre-frontal cortex

some loud

some soft

but all of them, permanently there

The woosh of the wind as it rushes through the wind chimes

on my aunts front deck 

from the summer I spent out there alone

The tintinnabulation of her smile as it spread

across her face

when the child handed her a fistful of wild flowers

The smash of the wave as the salt water

pooled around my ankles

The steady pitter-patter of the rain as the storm began 

the haphazard think-thunk as the rain fell harder

the smack-splash of my bare feet on the pavement as I turned in a circle 

with my arms outstretched, dancing

The snap of a lock as the door shut behind me

the swish of the grass as it flattened beneath my running feet

the scrape of a tree's branches as they brushed against my skin

the crunch of the leaves as I rushed by them

the freedom as I became the wind that stretched back in time

and rushed through the wind chimes on my aunt's front deck. 

Reviews

[Frank]

I think this is probably the more mature or more developed of your three poems posted so far on this site. I am new also, been here a week. I like the theme you have chosen, life is certainly full of sounds and they do remind us of our lives and revive our memories in deja vu. I love poems that educate and that use new words that we have to look up, words like:

tintinnabulation-first coined by Poe-a ringing noise left over in our ear after a bell has rang.