a symphony

you hear
your neighbors
through
the wall arguing
again.
it's never an
intellectual fight
over art
or music, politics
or religion.
it's mostly about
spilled milk
burned toast,
a seat left up
in the bathroom,
always ending
with who can yell
the loudest
and throw
the most dishes.
even the dog
is barking.
but before
the night ends
you hear them in
bed, making love.
passionate love
saying things that
burn into your soul.
it's a symphony
amidst the train
wreck of their lives.