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.