SweetSilence


You don’t remember

Not long ago

On most radios

You heard static

And less music

There is joy

In ill-tuned things

It requires hope

That some where

You’ll hear clarity

Today’s static

Is very different

It is opinion

Impossible to escape

Prevalent and embroiling

Indeed life is

Such a thing

Swimming in noise

Mostly unrelenting noise

Switch it off

To find your

Own sweet silence