The Music Stops

The Music Stops;

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The silence spoke of possibilities, 

of things that might be said, 

it spoke of wind and sawdust, 

of dreams of translucent blue,

of hellfire demons, waiting to 

                                              bite, 

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does silence echo ? it does

                              it does, 

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rebounding into static akashic feedback, 

the silence of chaos universe, 

billions of atoms exploding and dying, 

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the lead head dulls sound

but the silence is loud and 

louder still, 

-

booming thunderous

around the skull, boom boom 

boom , 

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the feedback of silence

drowns out sound of breath, 

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Am I dead - are we - 

the barely audible hiss of

silence slithering yup my spine

invades the brain,

silence ignites the  bad 

company of the night, 

they come , without sound, 

but they come, 

the mockery of silence

is a savage, insane drummer

in my mind, 

  ssshh !

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Silence for some can be a blessing but for others a curse. In your poem, the latter. It can be a killer.

an insane drummer

It!s been a long while since you posted gram. Good to see you here.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think silence actually echoes much louder than insane screams or music that hurts the ears. Silence hurts the insides, the heart, the soul.
j.