As far as I’m concerned

Silence doesn’t exist

It’s an emptiness of sorts

A temporary bliss

Ah a moment of quiet

But if one actually listens

The ants; the grass, they scream

And the flowers are loudly wiltin’

Silence is superficial

Close enough to soundless

That to the careless and inattentive

There is nothing else I guess

There is no sound if no one listens…

As for those more observantly-inclined

A symphony of minutia is a sound

That will be around all the time

So sit for a minute

Close your eyes

I challenge you to notice

The sounds that get left behind

In other universes

Parallel to mine