The deafening roar of nothing,
A voice we never hear.
A voice so rare, so seemingly unreal,
We barely know it's there.
We're unable to stand its presence,
Yet it's absence makes us fear.
It scares us, it calms us depends who you are,
But the voice, so cold, so sheer.
Louder than the roar of a waterfall,
Or a single shot from a gun,
More calming than the moon in the nighttime,
More overwhelming than the glow of the sun.
We cover our ears when we hear it,
Although there is really no need.
It's an iron cage that holds all sounds captive,
Only broken is when they are freed.
The purest form of noise and sound,
The loudest of the loud,
Quieter than when a paperclip drops,
And the proudest of the proud
A language we can never decipher,
A code we can never break,
A world we can never understand,
A sound we can never make.
But sometimes when the noises get so immense,
The greatest sound of all is silence
