If silence fell,
would hear the sound melt into stone?
If silence moved,
would you feel the breath upon your soul?
Silence is always there
draped on towers of steel
pressed upon your skin through a stranger on the subway,
spoken through the eyes of passerby on the busy streets of
the pulse of a basketball hitting concrete and the child alone staring through linked chain,
no one knows his name,
you hurriedly shake your head and glance to read through the text one more time,
you hit send forgetting,
heard through iPads as the wander straggles through the coffee shop, sits near you with headphones dangling,
a million voices pierce through earpiece,
annoyed you stagger off
again you’ve missed the point
lessons to be told,
you no longer hear
you no longer feel
you no longer communicate with the fall of silence
busily moving along streets of cobbled stone.