There really is no silence…
not for the ear.
There will always be
train whistles
rattling windows
chimes of one sort or another;
there will always be far off voices
rustling leaves
or birds squawking somewhere;
there will be doors opening and closing
or the singing of praise from down the hall;
there will be footsteps beyond the door
thunder and rain on the rooftop
or whispers of nothing
beyond understanding.
There really is no silence…
not for the ear.
The silence only comes
for the heart
from the heart…
even when
trains whistle
leaves rustle
and voices carry…