London dopplers through my room.
Window wide, eyes closed.
Basso rumbles fill unseen silences;
Silences stolen by rail and tyre.
London rush-hour squeals and cries.
Trees rustle silent protest,
Unable to be heard, they menace;
Menace with tripping roots.
London settles with canine bark.
Darkness spreads down buildings.
Yet sussurus murmurs sweetly;
Sweetly describing tomorrows noise.