Silence is the drone of air conditioners,
Refrigerators, and power outlets, humming as one-

Silence is the sound of ticking clocks;
And the anxious breath of someone waiting-

Silence is closing doors, and the murmurs
And whispers of someone next door-

Silence is hearts thumping
In the fleshy cages of nervous lovers-

Silence is the sound of the needle,
Slowly flipping over the inner groove-

Silence is the pitter-patter of rain,
Followed by the chirping of birds and the bubbling of a brook-

Silence is the sound of soft tears
Rolling down cheeks, on the receipt of downcast news-

Silence is the wind,
Blowing through on a breezy day-

Silence is golden, but it’s worth its weight in words-

Silence is golden, but it’s only fools gold.

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