there's a distant speaker somewhere
that plays a tune
which nobody hears,
but if you listen closely,
roll down your windows
and turn off the radio,
sometimes you can hear it.
sometimes you can hear the music
that nobody's written.
the strings plucked,
the notes blown and caressed with every muscle
of some unknown person's body.

i would give a million dollars
to broadcast that channel,
to record it's instant,
to have everyone in the world hear it
at exactly the same moment.