Profound silence sought
in libraries, at home, in public with ear plugs.
Like a nap after a busy day,
or a rest following notes cursorily played.
It is the fountain in the desert.
How can I indemnify myself
from the waves looking to drown me?
Silence comes with death - rather environmental.
When the children go home,
and the shops are closed,
when it is too dark for the travelers to drive.
In a beatless heart.
In a place once crowded
with people and buyers and children; normally playing, screaming.
A vacated city center is the place where silence rings.
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