And in this silence I can feel
Suddenly I am aware of the sounds we take for granted
Like the gossip of the leaves
When they whisper urgently in the wind
Or the way our footsteps beat together in some kind of harmony
With uneven steps and speeds
Somehow the colliding sounds of heel on dirt
Mesh into some beautiful composition of purpose
The cries of the woods
The squirrels and the deer and the rabbits and the wolves
The far off laughter or chatter
Of all the other people we push aside
The humanity of those we try so hard to ignore
All those little sounds
Barely register in our consciousness
But in this silence I can feel them all
Except for you
Except for you, what did you say?