Orchestrated Silence

A hush settles over the room

No sound from the radio or phone

No knock or footsteps

And the wind has fallen silent

Yet silence intertwines

With every other quiet thing

In harmony with my breathing

And the quiet, gentle beat

Of no one at the door



No breath, nor breeze

Nor flicker of flame

No rippled pond from wind or rain

The silent strum of still harp strings

The only sound this symphony brings

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