Silence

Subtle sounds are all around us A kind of silence one can’t hear. A child’s soap-pipe-bubbles bursting or some lovers eyes shedding tears. One does not hear a falling snowflake nor nature’s music of the spheres for so many go unnoticed it’s as though we all lack ears. Silence is a lone taper flame, a dim flickering solitaire smouldering on its waxen wick to a slow deafened melody extinguished before it is heard.