Silence

We define our world

In a series of sounds

We never hear

Unmindful of

Insects, wind, the whine of cars

  And compressors

Natural and mechanical beats

That are always present

And missed when absent

But faded into a background

Of unconscious trivialities

Buried in the noise

Of life

So how strange

And how magnificent

That far removed from that immersion

I stand at what seems

The edge of infinity

And deliberately strain my ears

To listen

For a sound

I have never experienced

That is defined

Only in its absence

And that cannot be heard

But is nonetheless there

Unmoving

I hold my breath

Both with anticipation

And not to interfere

And then I wait

  And wait

And am finally graced with

The sweet

Incredibly beautiful

Achingly pure sound

Of utter and

Complete

Silence