Time passing - Is not the tick, tick, tick, of the movies. It is a barely audible, high-pitched ringing in your ears. It is the low thrum of a distant compressor somewhere. It is the sound of the long shadows brushing against the wall.
Time passing - It is the fabric rustle of changing your position in a chair. A cat padding along the oak floorboards of the hallway. An electric cube powering a computer. The sizzle of speakers turned on with nothing playing.
Time passing - I hear it from a silent telephone, From the idle doorknob and hinges. From wooden steps leading to my front door.
Time passing - It is all of this, And nothing. So much nothing.