A Noisy Rehearsal

into the warehouse
of what was manufacture,
now workshop of rock gods

behind locked doors
the sound cannot help
but be heard

we arrive from the day
and adjust the lights
to reds, blues, amber and green

the tuning, the list,
the listening, the question
of who will sing, and which part

once through, and again,
and on to the next
some are ok, some need repair

at 9, we consider
to stop, but one more
and then it happened

such sound from next door, like no walls at all
we imagine their faces to be melted cheese
and how will they manage to walk down the hall?

we send over a volley of electric guitar
answered with volumes of smoke on water
for a minute or so

and then silence
we laugh, and yell over
'you win!'

in the parking lot
talk about work
and friendly goodbyes

i feel quite certain
the sound is still there
through much of the night