SOFT SOUNDS

This morning he was surprised

by the sound of the furnace

finding its life again in the cellar.

It was a soft sound,

like someone humming

at the start of another day,

or a stream taking its easy way

among stones and boulders.

He wondered if, among the stars, 

there is also that sort of sound,
a sort of everlasting singing 

as the universe slows or speeds up

in its travels

with him and his family.