trying to push
sound out of silence
is a daunting task
waiting,
for words,
for sound,
for noise,
for you
because I will
endlessly listen
to the cacophony,
the racket
surrounding me
until it is no longer
just noise
I hear
but your voice
in my ears
I will spend
the rest of time
waiting for the silence
to turn to sound
silence is the absence of sound
but is it silence if i still hear you in every thought