that crackling sound

you spin the dial, looking for the next one: 
 and hear that crackling sound, and spin it back,
 but slower -- there is something in the space there, 
 or was there, and so, careful in attack 

you work minutely, listening for miles,
 for what new song you'll hear, what voice might say,
 or even, what new language it might be in --
 those days when things could still be

 far away