I am still away...

Metalcore

Amidst a drum beat fast as rain
there is skill, and amidst that
rhythm, and amidst that, a need

for white noise, or an equivalent
experience, like babies
who cannot sleep without a hairdryer on.

There are cars filled with it,
and dark rooms that steal your shoes,
but also bright and breezy ears

that cannot pick up the subtleties
of a tearful voice but find a tune
in tuneless noise as a matter of course.