There are Sounds and there are Noises

There are Sounds and there are Noises

The sound of footsteps overhead blend in with my dreams
Or am I so fast asleep the sound doesn't penetrate?
But now they're moving a piece of furniture,
Dragging it across the floorboards,
Suddenly bringing me out of my deep sleep.

I lay in my bed too tired to be angry
But, nevertheless, I have to wonder at the lack of consideration.
I become irritated at my sleeplessness and the loss of my dreams.
What were they now?
Forgotten already!

There are some sounds you welcome
Like the rain gently falling against a window pane,
The purr of a cat, trees rustling in the wind,
But some sounds are not sounds
They are noises!