listen

robin
headcocked
radio

office garden

birdsong
above
the radio

Peggy’s Skylight (great venue)

lunchtime jazz
wandering
the cobbled streets

ascending

blackbird
rising from the bush
with its song

Royal Concert Hall

the emptiness
of the concert hall
filled with music

Christmas concert

the shadowed arches
of the church
trumpetsong

gurgle

birdsong
draingurgle
of the shower

lull in the music

before the encore
texting the babysitter

conducting

new growth on the hawthorn
twitch
of the blackbird’s tail

Light Night

street dancers
a window
in the crowd

make it stop

outside the nightclub
the throb of silence
and inappropriate shoes

was I good?

after her solo
searching the audience
her mother’s smile

soundtrack

earbuds pop out —
the soundtrack
of the city

lie-in

IRDSN
betweenyoursleepingbreaths
BOG

broken things

dual-mass flywheel
magnetron, hard drive
kitchen stool
cupboard door
dripping tap
window catch
it’s not the end of the world as we know it
and I feel fine

Indietracks

puddles
by the stage —
toddlers mosh pit

sharing

lunch on the bench
catching windblown crumbs
of music

Dawn chorus

raucous bird song —
the orchestra has lost
its conductor

Jiggered

clearing away
the chairs, as the ceilidh
reels us all in

good coverage

painting the walls
with a paint-splattered
radio

arresting

violin crescendo —
outside,
the siren passes

Kanneh-Mason family

piano trio,
I close my eyes — soundtrack
to my daydream

Record player

The needle skates a
thin black track — weaves behind a
tapestry of sound

Mix tape

Not my songs
arranged track by track,
but a piece of me