The saddest noise, the sweetest noise,* Your voice that has been the music to my ears
There are times, it mellows my heart Sometimes, it crushes my soul A word that rushes my blood, making my heart pump faster and louder
The deafening silence it creates, makes me suffocate for the air you breathe, polluted my lungs like a water pulling me down in a blink
Whispers are tender, giving me warm embrace but the inaudible screams, made me float in the darkness of infinity, wanting for a hum of lullaby that'll kiss me goodnight
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1) Emily Dickinson 2) The saddest noise, the sweetest noise 3) The saddest noise, the sweetest noise 4) I happened to browse Dickinson's poem the other day and list some of her poems and as I saw Frank's challenge, I started creating a different story out of a line/sentence. Although her poem meant something about reflecting death of loved ones after a scarce winter, I made something about how someone's word or the tone of his/her voice can change how you feel or how powerful words can be.
Thank you Frank for the challenge. This is fun and I get to learn something in doing lines from you. Happy Holidays :)