there is no sound
hasn't been for eight days, now
and the hallow silence catches all my words before they can reach maturity

i have music playing in my head,
but i can't hear it
i have music playing in my head,
but it's more of a feeling than a song
it has no melody, or lyrics
it has no beat
no life
but it's there

cobblestones run beneath the feet of horses
and large wooden wheels
turning and grinding
but still, i hear nothing

i watch the woman whose walk reminds me of a train
as she pulls out a pistol and shoots at a nearby street sign
then drops to her knees,
attempting to cry

the silence is killing me
and i wish i could hear myself screaming
but it seems this is the final stop
and i'm just glad i don't have that far to walk