Ain’t Silence Nothing’s Echo

Hell, I'll whisper in written words and you'll read it, cause I ain't done listening to what silence has to say. It goes like this.

In an instant, the sun stopped shining and the birds of Spring stopped chirping and the wind stopped whispering and the musical thrum of souls in movement stopped playing. Everyone's gone or I'm just somewhere else.

Everything could've fallen apart or everything could've been nothing to begin with. I could've been 25, or never alive. Maybe one-uh those long-winded dreams you wake up from feelin like you done lived a quarter life's worth-uh memories.

And when this dream ended and my eyes opened I woke in the ocean of Reality, to see it as it was, and not as I imagined.

It's a cold, black walled empty space of nothin. And from that nothing emanates an echo. I listen hard for the echo of nothin, and then I hear the noise we're all too busy living and dreaming over.

Silence.

Silence has the most to teach, if we give it a chance to be heard. I'll be listening for a while.