Silence

The hum of the heater
the squeak of the shoes
the trill of the bird
the wind tickling the ear.

Even in this dark place
silence never occurs.
something is always happening
the music of life plays.

In nature, in cities,
all around the earth
sound will find you.
And it will envelop you.

Sound can sooth
or anger
by tone, beat, rythm
intensity.

Sound comforts us
humans hate silence
sound is life
silence is the opposite.

Silence is Death.


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