Poetry In Chaos

There is a jittery song in this din
A calm in this pitch
A lullaby for the the urban sin

It goes on for eternity, interrupted at nocturnal hours
It makes you close all doors
The muted windows make a portal

For noise is the order of the day
Inner tumultuous​ at bay

The chagrin of horns to soothe
And the cauldron of heat

The blinding lights, your minds retreat
The heavy curtains you bought now have a say
Muffled makes a vacuum in the heat of May

Oh little child and his mother, your frolic and play
My island in this ocean, my canopy

I hear a song by your side, a sonnet that I read
We dwell in these sounds
Like a merry go round
Some peace is to be made and happiness found