LISTENER

He was once a longhair boy
In a woodpanel room,
Hunched over a spinning disk,
Needle scratching through a spiral cord
And plastic ear cups.
Now he sits in an office chair,
Staring into the box that his parents bought,
Stethescope piece invading his head.
He is a listener,
Hearing sung what he might have done,
Had he not been listening.