Through distant waves of consciousness,
I could hear the bagpipes.
I strained to identify the tune:
Something familiar, but not quite
recognizable.
When Malcolm was five,
he longed to play the pipes,
and listened blissfully to recordings
of pipe and drum corps.
At twenty-five, it seems doubtful
he’s returned to this youthful passion.
And still I hear the droning buzz
through bleary wakening,
until with a click,
he turns his razor off.
.
.
(true story)
Shawn L. Bird 
Dreams, wishes and reality coalesce into one familiar sound. Electric razors even ones sounding like bagpipes seem a bit sonorous so I’m injecting a little Maple Leaf Rag by Scott Joplin for your listening pleasure. Enjoy.
That man composed some brilliant tunes, didn’t he? Thanks for sharing!
You liked my post just as I was reading this lol I like it.
synchronicity!
That’s just a great sleepy moment.
I swear.
I could hear pipes!!
Crazy funny, Shawn 🙂
So strange.
I can imagine a band, comprised of people playing household implements- the New Washtub Ensemble!
lol
Blenders, razors, and vacuum cleaners!