Quiet People

Silence is loud A cacophony of nothing An 18-wheeler barreling through an army of skateboards Quiet in a world of noise is a rarity Silence shouts sincerity Yet as deafening as it is, few people hear Because most people don’t. Stop. Talking. So as a former member of the “quiet people” ranks, I tell you this: The quiet can listen Being silent from the start, we have heard it all We’ve heard the tears of a child fall One ..............................................By ....................................One We’ve heard the smile in a first kiss, We’ve heard the cringe of failure and defeat, We’ve heard the eyes closed, head thrown back ecstasy of happiness and joy We hear the things you look at and feel We listen until our ears burn And all the while our silence grows Until at last it overflows And this is the explosion When the voice of a quiet one is heard, You’d better stand back; you’re gonna get knocked over Because the quiet ones hear the music of man, The dischordant hum of a beautiful song in many parts, For example, love Love the song runs many rhythms Slow and steady, fast and hot, Angry crazy jealous! With lots of drum and cymbal crash Ba bum BASH and burning CDs Just to break them when the music is not to our liking And cutting ourselves on the broken pieces of regretful, sorrowed passion —Passion! Lust, longing jealousy The jazz tunes Trumpets saxophones trombones and ringing telephones Cacophony of cool but on the inside it blows The wind chimes Hot air blowing out your ears This is what the silent hear And so would you if you would care to listen to the person, not the words, sometimes Take a second and put the chit chat on pause And feel the stillness bridge the gap ‘tween life and melody As we, the quiet, do For with a touch of silence, the noise… .......................................................sounds… ...................................................................better… Shh…