the sound of a breeze

just under the gusting wind.

the soft exhale

under the racing heart.

the trickle of a stream

next to the raging river.

the gentle whisper

under the daily cacophony.

not a sound as such

but an absence, a pause.

a feeling between words

when your focus suddenly shifts.

the way the light ripples

across the room different.

the voice never arrives

filling the room.

a reminder that the

room is always full

requiring us to listen

in ways we aren't used to.