Listen.
Cars on the motorway speed past.
The fridge hums, the radiator creaks.
Listen beneath that.
Is that the sound of the sea?
Waves gently greeting the beach?
Or is that the hum of my ears when they hear nothing?

Beneath the noise is the sound of loneliness, the sound of nothing.
Silence.
I can feel it, almost taste it, reach out and touch it.
It is alive and shimmering.