if a noise falls upon your home, and you are the only one to hear it for what feels like an eternal week, you may feel held captive. for a week, no one enters. you tell no one. there is no time and no one seems fit to receive such news. and then the one that sometimes sleeps next to you, he comes and hears it. the nightly drilling, source undetected, failing your sleep. and he feels the arc of your sleepless body. and you are the only one to hear his easy sleep, totally confounded. the noise passes. you realize he will be the only one to hear and feel this ever. and you may be the only one to hear and feel his easy sleep those nights. is this when you realize what love might be? sounding out its first movement...
