Isn’t it
strange
When you
sit in the room
Switch off the television
And hear
the soughing of the silence.
I am
sure I heard the
Air moving
Imperceptibly
And the
wind in the chimney flue
Grumbling.
With my
eyes closed I
Even heard
my lungs
Resting
And the
air in my ears
Beating a
rhythm I cannot tap
And the
blood in my veins
Babbling
a tune I cannot sing
And
outside the wind heckling the night
With restlessness
And cars
grumbling
And girls
screeching
And the
boys mumbling
And the
night itself
Trembling.
And that
is the sound of life
Without television.
It got
me wondering!
Oct 2011
