Today I banished the quiet,
from within my noisy my kitchen.
Not a trivial matter at all,
As I pondered the sounds they make,
For fruit on the counter to ripen.
Apples, pears, peaches, plums,
They all laughed quiet, they all played dumb,
So placing my hands on a knife so dull,
I sliced into that quiet fruit,
A quiet that has now been silenced,
Within my noisy kitchen.