Silence Listens

there are gaps, in sound grand pauses - the intentional evocateur! demonstrating that resonant pulse ~ how more bounces back from absence we are the preordained silence on a sea of sound, we are carried away yet, dropped into the ocean - our lives overwhelm us drowning as we exist in one, held, breath until sound plucks us out - saves us the truth is - silence can pull us under waiting is its placation whilst we strive to never linger beneath sound is not death just the open mind in crescendo the whole self, present experiencing all that ever reverberated in an eternity of thought so we gasp for air and tap our fingers a little longer hoping all those echoes won't haunt us