The Sound of...something

In the morning is the sound of
somebody taking a shower,
water falling down, the heavy weight of the vital liquid
brought it down by gravity, and crashing on the floor,
or sliding down through the skin, and the body of my partner,
he is the one in the shower,
the sounds continue around our place,
a toaster, a bagel is ready,
music in the background, today, piano music,
a little bit earlier the forecast, although it is raining,
I don't hear the sound of the rain,
but clearly I see the vital liquid splashed on the windows,
doors are opened,
body walks out, half naked,
lips feel the coffee, the cafe con leche and sugar,
the sound of a fan,
I like the air moving around our place,
and finding places to refresh, to dry off without using a towel.
The piano music still on, and it is simply beautiful to listening to it
the sound of my breathing, I am alive, and I am thinking about the day,
and I am thinking about acting, and I am thinking about writing,
and I am thinking about you my friend,
my family, away in Venezuela,
or the one away in San Francisco,
but I think about the one here in Boston, in New England
but I need to get ready, that is why the sound of the alarm went off this morning,
to start my day,
to live my day,
besos, abrazos, sonrisa,
your day, my day.
Amor.