The silence
Is deafening.

No words to
Fill the silence,
Nothing to hear
But the nothing
In between the
Nothing lines.

All the nothing,
A nothing so
Silent,
It can't help
But be heard.

And in the
Silence
You hear nothing,
Unless you hear
The voices.

So one day,
I listened
To them.

I asked them
What do I do
With the silence?

And they told me

Write

And so I listened
To the voices.

And now I fill
The silence
With silent words.