Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.
The water drops make this sound;
At day time it's not as loud as it is,
At night time; mesmerizing.

With none by your side, all alone in bed;
Listening to the sounds.
Trying to understand everything, as you slowly slip away,
Into the unknown vastness of unconsciousness called "sleep."

Silence,
so calm.
Surrounding it, surrounding me.
Just staying there, silently.
Like a feather swirling slowly downwards,
with no sound.