It's the darkness
That falls heavy in loneliness
Silence with a whisper of a breeze
Occasionally broken
By the mumble of passers by
Or the fire of an exhaust

Then silence
Again
Lost is the breathing
That I listened to
When sleep escaped my tired eyes.
Was I to notice the detail
The measure and rhythm
Count the pauses between your chords

This silence speaks louder
Than the very noise in anger
That filled the flowered walls of paper
Who heard every obscenity
Yelled in the rapture
Of a less than amicable conversation

Doors don't slam anymore
Plates don't break
Cups don't smash
Just the silence
With the hum of a breeze
Layering over to provide atmosphere
To this night’s
Silence.