The Hearing Aid

I am a grazer
through time and
lists. I love to hear
the little sparks
in the dust of music.
When sleep doesn't come
I rise to tinker
and wait for the sun.
I love to hear
the scratch when doors
shut and the accidental
crashes of footfalls
on the ceiling.
There are nails and screws
in the cracks, lost messages
and things turning to trash
that used to be treasures.