So much is done in Silence
Not a peep, nor echo to be found
So much accomplished in silence
Can you, do you, will you
Know where to be found?
If all the noise is brought to an end
Can you, will you be able to begin?
Or MUST you have the rage, the cage
The banging, clanging, monotonous
Never ending chimes, bells, whistles
Blowing, all knowing, screaming
At you, near you, all around you
Until you’re forced to find solace
A place you alone know where to hide?
So what will it be?
The sound or the silence…
Makes no difference to me.