All is silent save the waves,

No sparrows chirp their tune

No eagles stretch their view

Simply the lake and I



Should I make noise?

Can I be the first to speak?

Perhaps those birds will hear my speech?

Then that awful silence will break



I scream upon the tranquil space

Raw and reckless, stripped of grace

Will anyone hear–will anyone take?

There is no response from the lake



My thoughts echo in the silence

Again, I scream to no avail

Slumping down I slip in,

My body splashing with a great all hail



As I sink the show is clear

Ripples are sent far and near

No trace remains of where I fell

Gone with me, my noise.