Silence is a sound I’ve never heard.
It’s a mystery in entirety.
Alone in an empty room I hear
A cacophony of sound
A tirade of this and that
That have nothing to do with the silence.
Yet I still hear in that empty room,
The music of the air
The rolling of the dust
And the drum rap ta tap
Of the mice in the walls.
To sit in solemn silence is a goal
Out of reach for my own meditation.
The band plays on
And even at their moment of sotto
I hear the smallest pan flute
Squeaking out the lonely phrase.
The silence I hear is the white
Noise of a crowd that flows
By the street corner flooding
My ears with more echo
Than my ears can cope
Within the time of a second
Idea that pops through and drown
In the flood of sound.
Silence is a stranger to me
And the flood of sound is
The only way for me to think free
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