A crescendo to silence
Intentional quietude fading to noise. Come play silence for me.
I crave the wonderful silence
That allows me to hear my inner thoughts whisper to the
Echoes of the yearnings of my deeply troubled soul.
Solemn instrumentals playing amidst the quiet interlude of reverberating intentional silence.
Silence, an infinite possibility of differentials and dimensions pandering to the aspiration of the listener.
A virtual crescendo of sounds~~~~~~~of deathly quietude
Choice.
A child, born without the sense of sound, all other senses so attuned to compensate for the absence of one.
Suddenly this, once thought of as a certainty of finality to the ear, the sound of a musical note~~~~~~~~
Reveals itself in the delicious audible sound of a violin's string, to this child for the very first time.
The sheer joy of this moment, not unlike the first taste of your favorite ice cream on your tongue.
Opens up a whole new realm of possibilities and makes room for flight.
A welcome, though tragic farewell to a deafening silence.
Bliss for the child.
SILENCE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~NOISE
IT'S ELEGANCE FADES TO SILENCE
DEAFENING SILENCE
SAVE ME FROM MYSELF.
Amber waves of passion, crashing against your thighs by the ambient shores of the seaside under the pale moon.
Noise.
Serene silence welcome the sights of aurora borealis, lighting the night sky with tantalizing shades of quiet joy.
Silence.
The hurtful yearning for the sounds of the pitter patter of little feet as you
Sit alone in your private space.
Reaching for the sweet embrace of someone. Anyone?
The deafening silence.
It hurts.
I need noise.
I am conflicted.
Noisy silence.
Come rescue me.
Soft, serene, mellow, random and complex silence.
Intensify the colors of life while all fade to
Sweet and wonderous silence.
A crescendo to silence.
One last bow.
SILENT, silent silence.
NOISE, noise, save me.
From drowning in silence.
Solemn instrumentals play, play to life.
Play joyously into the sweet good night.
Thank you.
Be quiet.
Silently silent.
I am now at peace.
N>A>
About the Creator
Novel Allen
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. ~~ Rabindranath Tagore~~
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