Noises in the Silence

Sat, 04/09/2016 - 12:15 -- estes7

Oh behold!

Here comes the silent hour,

The one that beats upon my ears

Pounding my brain’s solitude, more evident than the noise.

The noise that has just started,

Speeding up, louder, louder, it grows;

First in strength

Then in pace.


But within this noiseless sound,

The paradoxical rhythm,

Does another sound arise.

With the glory of sounding trumpets,

Yet the softness of a single note

Sounding from a soul violin.

This poem is about: 
Our world




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