I wish I have a pen to write down the music that I listen to everyday right from the place I live.
The birds’ tweet.
The buses’ horns.
Those fast moving vehicles.
The falling leaves which slowly moved by the wind,
Or touched down the roof.
Even when the wind blow,
And when a flying bug hit the window.
Flocking birds are now whispering their voices again.
Let’s just hit the record button on.