the radio off

the music
tires us. we know the words.
we know
the song
inside and out, when
to smack
the snare drum, to pluck
a string, or
bang our hand against
a tambourine.
we know the high notes,
the low.
the symphony,
but it bores us some days,
we have no
dance within,
no feet that want
to move. not throat that wants
to let sound out.
instead we turn the dial
to off.
another day will
come when it will bring us
old joy,
but not today. not today
though.
let's get through this sadness
first.