The world is so loud,
yet
peaceful
with all the sounds
compounding into one.

Why must
we take away the sounds of nature,
of danger,
of love,
and leave in it's place
the sound of destruction,
of hate.

And while i'm on the topic
of sound,
why has it always haunted me so,
the sound of
silence?
what is it about this soundless noise
that fills me with dread?
Maybe it's that
silence equals
death,
which I refuse to give into.

Maybe it's the fear of going deaf,
and never hearing the sweet sounds of birds in the morning when I awaken,
or the music that drives me,
that makes me live.