the ticking clock

i like a clock that ticks,

a heart

that beats, a  rolling stream

i can hear

from my window.

the rain too.

the percussion of drops

against the pane.

i like to hear the birds

as they chatter

in the trees,

the whistle of a distant

train,

but most of all

i like the sound 

the floor makes

when you walk across

towards me.