Song of the train, three notes repeated.
Song of the refrigerator's faulty motor.
Song of the furnace clicking on.
Tires of a car crossing wet pavement on 143rd street.
Pages of a book turning.
Coffee, or the song of my lips and tongue and throat, drinking coffee.
A cat leaping from a bed upstairs and padding across the floor.
Nib of this pen across the paper and my wrist across the paper after it.

These songs.