How can it be?
That silence can change
From champion heavyweight
To a breath waylaid?

When a flurry 
Of digi-noises invade
Our inner ears
On daily basis 

Silence means
Solitude
     Isolation
Reflection
     Rejection

Empty soundscape 
Says none
Alive or near

Stillness 
Has its moments
By a brook 
In a book nook

Anticipating 
Laughter and tears
Felt so hard
No sound escapes

If brainwaves were
Attuned to instruments 
Symphonies played
Between my ears

On royal highs
And splendid lows 
Ticking monotones
Of my years

Silent support act
To showcase the star
Like imagining someone
Playing guitar

While Billie brazenly
Sings the Blues
For me