No sound.

No movement.

If you focus long enough,

You can get it.

You don't hear all the minute whispers of the day.

Such as wispy, tall trees moving in the cool wind;

Tiny droplets of rain falling on the roof;

The annoying buzz of a fly outside your window;

Your neighbor's hallow, wooden wind chimes;

Black sports cars racing down the street;

Muffled voices and footsteps through the walls;

The tick-tocking of your clock across the room;

The rhythmic beating of your heart

That you can feel in your ears;

All of these things just vanish.

It's as if they don't exist,

And here is where you meet silence.

Stare it straight in the eye.

Take it in; absorb it.

Get as much of it as you can,

Because once you realize what it is,

It's gone.