Sound machine.

All of this music mixed together would sound like a civil war.
Random noise, much like life itself.
Tones, riffs, beats, screams, cries, truths, poems, commerce.
Blended by his own convenience.
The sound machine it never stops, and when it does, he makes his own.
Old ladies and cleaning men, all gather round the door.
There is always something more
to play out loud,
for the world to know.