Solitude

I have found that after two years of spending a lot of time by yourself that noises are exaggerated.
The slightest tap of the keyboard or the shutting of the refrigerator makes the most eloquent of noise.
The mind and soul rests upon the silence in the air and the footsteps on the ground dance upon your ears.
Even the movement of your chest as you take in air becomes a marvel.
The hum of the Air Conditionar and the next door neighbor mowing his lawn is as loud as a jet engine
and yet the muffled consistency of it lulls me to sleep....ah to dream...where silence gains a companion
a world full of visions and magical desires yet to come true or past enjoyments brought back to sear the memory upon our souls as we wake...a price of a memory is the sorrow it brings. summer fall winter spring
the seasons may change but I my dear, am standing still
Silent as a tombstone, and my fingertips tap against these keys
and the silence beckons me and i cant help but listen
to the nothingness of emptiness thats calling me....