Noises and Silences

There is noise when I wake up and there is noise when I sleep.

We speak too much and we speak before we think.

Our day starts with either a simple good morning

while we smile and welcome the new day.

Or it is a groan of frustration,

on the sleep left unfinished once again.

As the day progresses the noise does not die down;

it builds like a crescendo,

which we expect to peak and crash at any moment.

We wait in anticipation till we can’t wait anymore;

we may scream to join in the noise,

or we may fight it with our silence.

If people decide to say less and do more,

this world might become as we wish for it to be.

It’s hard to separate the meaningful from the meaningless.

It’s all scrambled into nothing but noise.

I wish the noise of traffic and the ever present humanity

could fall down in its volume, and

we could enjoy that silent peace that

we travel thousands of miles to seek.

But then I realize this silence is no less noisy

because nature was not made for silence.

It has the chirping birds and the rustling trees;

it has our breathing as it has the blowing wind.

There is the noise of life and

then there is the white noise of silence.

In a city, early morning is a time of peace,

when the world is still muddled by its slumber.

Then too you can hear the gentle reminder

of life that continues even as we sleep.

This silence is not what I seek.

I seek a time when the voices of humanity

is what draws me in.

A silence where voices have meaning

and meanings are given a voice.

Where the noise can be filtered and

the meaning can be heard.

A silence which has hundreds of thoughts

and not just futile chatter filling it up.

A silence in which words still hold their value

which the noise does not disrupt.