## P06 The absence of Silence

All is quiet, this afternoon.  
The cats are sleeping peacefully.  
The sun doesn't wait for the moon,  
gone with the birds suddenly.  

It could be just silence…  
This is non sense,  
I hear noises every where,  
crackling, rustling, even the air.  

The house is talking herself,  
appliances, boiler and plumbing.  
I pay attention to the breathing myself,  
speaking to objects, as they were living.  

It could be just silence…  
This is non sense, 
I hear the sound of earth,  
perhaps for me a new birth.  

It was like a waking dream,  
conscience of the modern world,  
forgetting the hubbub of streams.    
I'm somewhere in a middle of a ford.  

It could be just silence…  
I understand my sense,  
All is noises and frisson.    
But I choose what to listen.

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