Would you believe me
If I told you
The song playing in the other room
Just faint enough to be imperceptible
Will color your entire day
That it’s set your head askew
It’s an overlay
The weather in the novel you’re reading
Is an outward projection
Of the main character’s inner turmoil
The howling wind
The driving rain
The rainbow that sometimes follows
Your subconscious will hum that song
As your own weather system moves in
An unwitting participant
An actor following stage directions
Every night the play is slightly different
Every day a different song plays
In the other room
Just out of earshot
Each day, unaware you hum these tunes
An ear worm
It burrows into the minds around you
They begin to weather parallel storms
Manifestation
Virus
Synaptic transference
Daisy chain
Bucket brigade
The buckets are filled with tears
Of joy
Of sorrow
Of acceptance
They taste like the song
If you want to be the change
Get up and go to that other room
Change the station
To a song that stokes your flame
Of hope
Of empathy
Of love
No amount of buckets could douse
Then go about your day
Humming
Until the whole world resonates with you
Until the ripples reach the darkest corners
Change the station and change the world
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