Is silence the absence of sound,
the fact that there is nothing around.
Maybe like when there is no matter to propagate it through,
or when you feel like the only thing that exists is you.
Or is it something much more than what’s said,
something which doesn’t make you feel dead.
Something which can give warmth in the cold, and shade in the heat,
something which can make your heart skip a beat.
Maybe the sound of roaring sea waves,
or the falling drop of water in caves.
The crushing of dry leaves under a foot,
or the purring of a baby cat, Oh! So cute.
The sound of a footstep in a lonely house,
or the breeze flowing across meadows of cows,
the built up adrenaline, the hushed talk, the rushed thought,
be it between lovers, or among bench-mates about to get caught.
And though its true there is no exchange of a single word,
who says silence can’t be heard?
"Silence is golden", isn't just old wisdom dear,
for me, it’s the best sound I will ever hear.
