I do not know how to be quiet.
I buzz and babble and bellow.
I like the cacophony of noise.
But once the day is done,
And all sounds are muffled,
I like the absence of noise.
It descends and dwindles and drops,
And settles, sinks and slides
Until it subsides to a trickle
And noise has lapsed to silence.
Still and soft, as in sleep,
Muted with words unuttered.
Words so full, held back in reserve
HUSH
For silence has fallen.
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