Have You Ever Noticed
When there is no sound to be made, everything else around you seems to triple itself. Your eyes take in more, your mind tends to think more, you can feel the thrumping beat of your heart in your chest.
Though it may be a sound, your breathing becomes a soft cadence, more felt than heard but it is there.
The quiet. A time whan nothing else seems to matter. A time just for self. The quiet could be considered boredom, or planning your next idea or goal.
I see quiet as the unspoken friend. The one entity that never says a word and yet, comprehends what is taking place. Like a sponge to water, the quiet soaks everything in.
When someone says to me, "You are awfully quiet. Don't you have anything to say?" My reply is simple. "No. If I did, I would."
On the opposite side, someone might say, "Just keep quiet about this." I see that as a way of keeping a trust between two people. After all, some secrets are very cool.
Besides, when it gets loud or noisy, I cannot concentrate on the task at hand. The quiet is my space and that above all else, I treasure.
Do I listen to music when I write, of course, but there are those times when quiet rules and life just feels good.