amid the noise

amid the noise of people busy at their selfish affairs
the piped in music that sounded like samba
the smell of food on the tables of oblivious diners

i sat and wrote of how i feel
once more having the liberty of time
minutes ticking to the appointed hour
i wait and bide my time

noise notwithstanding
i hear only the murmur of my heart
faint, inaudible but clear
it does not speak plainly
for words cannot articulate what if feels

amid the noise, i am at peace