A symphony of paper

Sheets sighing as they turn

Their voices lost in the hall

A chorus is made,

Spluttering and shuddering

Up and down, low and high

Fading in and out

There is tension in the tasteless air

Anticipation

Expectation

Urgency

The silence longs to be set free

To fly throughout the air,

Bringing silence to all

Here it stagnates

Noises briefly pierce the air

It doesn't last

They are leashed as quickly as they come

Expelled and captured

Reined so that the tremulous silence remains

The cloying, stagnant, frightened silence

The silence of no great import

Thin as a tissue

The paper symphony