Silence is loud
A cacophony of nothing
An 18-wheeler barreling through an army of skateboards
Quiet in a world of noise is a rarity
Silence shouts sincerity
Yet as deafening as it is, few people hear
Because most people don’t. Stop. Talking.

So as a former member of the “quiet people” ranks,
I tell you this:
The quiet can listen
Being silent from the start, we have heard it all
We’ve heard the tears of a child fall One
..............................................By
....................................One
We’ve heard the smile in a first kiss,
We’ve heard the cringe of failure and defeat,
We’ve heard the eyes closed, head thrown back ecstasy
of happiness and joy
We hear the things you look at and feel
We listen until our ears burn
And all the while our silence grows
Until at last it overflows
And this is the explosion
When the voice of a quiet one is heard,
You’d better stand back; you’re gonna get knocked over

Because the quiet ones hear the music of man,
The dischordant hum of a beautiful song in many parts,
For example, love
Love the song runs many rhythms
Slow and steady, fast and hot,
Angry crazy jealous! With lots of drum and cymbal crash
Ba bum BASH and burning CDs
Just to break them when the music is not to our liking
And cutting ourselves on the broken pieces of regretful, sorrowed passion
—Passion! Lust, longing jealousy
The jazz tunes
Trumpets saxophones trombones and ringing telephones
Cacophony of cool but on the inside it blows
The wind chimes
Hot air blowing out your ears

This is what the silent hear
And so would you if you would care to listen
to the person, not the words, sometimes
Take a second and put the chit chat on pause
And feel the stillness bridge the gap ‘tween life and melody
As we, the quiet, do
For with a touch of silence, the noise…
.......................................................sounds…
...................................................................better…
Shh…