when I entered a quiet room,
there would be nothing for me to hear.
When I would reach the end
of my favorite song
the words of the lyric would stop
and a crisp pause between the tracks
would elapse, during which I would
enjoy a pleasant solitude for my eardrums.
That was silence.
When my parents would leave for an evening
and my brother was away at school,
I would hear the door close,
Sit down by the fireplace
And embrace undisturbed silence.
The school day would end
I would box my way through
Hoards of student
Fighting and flailing
Thirsty for the silence
That waited for me
In the quiet of my car.
But silence is not quiet-
Since I first tasted your lips,
the air around my ears has quaked;
my eardrums bleed
with the sounds
of air conditioning systems
and dropped pins.
I am awake, and every sound
beyond the silent truth
of how I feel for you
is amplified only by my knowing
what it means to hear nothing
and know everything.
And my life is more silent than ever.
Like a spike driven in to the heart
of the mightiest beast
my heart cannot move from where it was
on the day that we met.
no car alarms,
can shake the silence that lives in me
now that I am yours.