How can one describe silence but as an impossible absence?

Even in solitude,

one finds company

in the echoes resonating off cavern walls—

thoughts we wish had remained in the dark.

If a tree falls in the woods,

and no one is around to hear,

does it still make a sound?

Even tree roots scream in silence

as they are ripped from the ground,

the forest weeping silently

for its fallen brother.

If silence is peaceful,

it’s because chaos is absent.

If silence is distressing,

it’s because an absence is felt.

Silence is

the absence of life.