You can almost see the music (its tremors tearing
with sorrowing teeth at this silent world)
as it comes pouring out of the windows, rippling
the glass and making the concrete sidewalk
crack and shudder
as if it too felt this earthquake that hit you
suddenly  

Inside the house, you fan your fingers
against the jittering speakers and think
that your ears should be ringing and throbbing by now
but they stubbornly aren’t
and all that’s left is
shiny useless CDs and hearing aids
discarded on the coffee table
and you, hands reaching,
trying to find the melodies within the vibrations.