Ode to silence
Sweet silence where hath thou has gone? To all vile noise is my ear prone, A thousand million billion switches, Turned on and off by witches, Light up a million bulbs on a palm, Cries aloud to rob my calm, Dragging me to a life, not of mine, Yet another life of mine. O silence, where hath thee flown? In a world where noise is sown, With no heed to what is lost, Amid the clamour of the host. May sleep again to wake, Where all a sound not make, even for a moment fleeting, to feel the embrace of silence's greeting.