Questing, searching restless fingers,
Wander now across the band,
Seeking stimulation, meaning,
Find a place to rest, to stand.
But instead of slowly stilling,
Of a measured oscillation,
Instead my fingers find a speeding,
Growing, creeping agitation.
From each station hurling, flinging
Screaming, dancing melody,
Grabbing, grasping, clutching, driving,
Can I slow my questing fingers,
As they race across the dial,
Each small moment coalescing,
Resting silent for a while?
Turn the volume to a whisper
Finding moments to remember
Hear the quiet silence singing
To the stillness I surrender