House with too much Air

My ears ring.
Though it is silent now,
I know that I have heard good,
loud music before.

The snare still rattles my arms.
Though I am still now,
I know that I have moved with the swarm
of thousands before.

The interviewer asked,
"How did you find the drive?"
"The sweet smell of the woods in Spring 
bound my return,
and return,
and return,
and return."

I wonder if my mother noticed her hands 
beginning to resemble her mother's?
I wonder how many times I have broken my mother's heart.
I wonder why, but I will leave again tomorrow.