'I learned today that voices never truly disappear, they just get diffused throughout our world. I could not help but marvel at the sheer beauty of that fact, could not help but wonder about the volume is that are hidden in silence. Every single war cry, and every wish for peace, each jubilant shout and each sorrowful moan, all the screams of hatred and all the whispers of love surround us wherever we are, like a hand reaching across space and time to hold ours. A message sent across the void saying 'I was here too.' giving comfort to those who seek it. Knowing that long after I am gone, this world will still hold my voice and words, gives me some peace in this chaos.'

A pause..

The pulse quickens
Throat swallows
Tension thickens
A breath follows

The silence weighs a ton
An everlasting duration
To the silence between someone
The sound of hesitation

it's scary being lost.
Feeling lost. Alone.
So cold, you can feel it in your bones.
But the thing about being lost,
You can always be found.
Found by a person. By faith.
You can even find yourself.
If you're out there,
And you want to be found,
If you're READY to be found,
Call out your name.
Someone who can help
Will listen for the sound

And with light wind blowing
I fell asleep to the sound of rain
covered in a cozy blanket
in my lover's arms...

there's a ghost in the wall, how do I know
there are sounds of moaning that sound like hello
the walls might be haunted by an unlikely mind
from way back in history or the future aligned
it's not at all scary, it's mostly just weird
it would be so awesome if they decide to appear
there's a ghost in my wall and I'm not really mad
it's nice to have friends in he walls of your pad....

Brian Hill - 2020 # 151