I closed the door on noise
Right on its toes before it could take another step
Silence helped me
I walk through, in, and with silence
Held in revere my mind rests
The thoughts held still
Some small child
In the noise I can't hear
Not you, nor anything else
I yell trying to communicate
Noise speaks many languages at ones
Its garbled into a million words lost
I hold my thoughts in communion
I hold them to myself and there they lie
Not good, nor bad
In the silence that reaches the roof
Yelling, whispering, singing, yelling again. Nothing. Sometimes a wierd face does the job sometimes not..............................
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.......................................yes!
silence is the answer, sometimes.