"listening"

Listening, I hear all.
I hear death, I hear life.
large and small,
as if cut with knife.

I tune in, I tune out.
I hear it, and feel warm,
an untapped spout.
A drug it could be sworn.

Close my eyes,
pull it all in.
Not really a surprise,
but my eyes...do they spin.

I feel my brain tingle,
I feel my bones shake.
I hear little after,
though joy does it make.

I listen a bit longer,
I hear my drums pop.
I crank it up louder,
I can't easily stop.

I feel it all through me,
I yearn for that charge.
It wakens my soul,
and leaves my ears large.

Red, and swelled,
after headphones come off.
Though inside calmed,
and outside alive.