Silence

A strange sound, silence is,

voices gone and the noise of progress

reduced to a buzz behind and beyond the trees

to create a space to hear my own thinking,

my thoughts unheard in sound surrounding,

thoughts held in, now in silence

taking flight, set free and fleeing,

replaced by a lone bird calling unseen

and the rush of water flowing, rushing sea-ward,

a soft song, softly sung around me,

an aria filling my silent space,

resonating, echoing, a melodic orchestration,

my footsteps, steady and light,

a percussive tap keeping its rhythm

and setting my own, my life’s rhythm carrying me

beyond the noise of progress, voices gone,

beyond the trees into a space of silence,

a strange sound, silence resonating, echoing, melodic.