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
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