This is the sound of the getting lost and found.
The morning coffee and the midnight oil.
The letting down and the making up.
This is the sound of the big night in and quiet night out.
The train window dreaming and the turbulence praying.
The letting loose and the growing up.
This is the sound of the speaker and the receiver.
The old dogs and the new tricks.
The airwaves and the wax.
This is the sound of the striving for the life well-listened.
The three hundred and sixty-five days and the two eardrums.
The end and the start.
ARBITER OF TASTE 