A Fleeting Moment of Silence
What is it like?
I don’t remember.
It has been a long time
A moment of quietly being alone
No little kids voices screaming for a hot dog
The phone doesn’t ring
Music playing on a stereo in the next room
Mozart filling the empty space
Notes and chords
Reeds, brass and percussion
Playing a symphony of relaxing tones
But not a single word to be heard
Could this moment ever really exist?
Maybe in today’s world it is merely a fantasy
There will always be a child
An annoying phone call
Something…anything
That will disrupt the quiet I am searching for
In my dreams I may finally find it
A world of total quiet, total relaxation
No screaming kids
No phone calls
The only cursed interruption
When the sun rises
That damn bell rings
The little kids yell
The phone rings
And the real world starts all over again
Copyright © Lord R. E. Taylor | Year Posted 2009
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