to be free/the things that ive seen

for my brother

if you listen closely,

there is a whisper.

from the end,

calling you home,

telling you to live.

and i was always attentive

to those words, like worlds

forever lost in orbit.

a stranger i seemed, amongst

crickets and their chirping.

their little symphonies,

weren't for the likes of me.

they called to each other,

i was called to the sea,

there's something more,

than cricket cabarets.

to find those voices,

is my destiny.

if that means running forever,

it means i lived freely.

because each time,

that i hear its calling.

the chorus around me,

starts dissolving

and I finally feel peace.