the sun rose, the coffee

brewed silently...

silently. each drop fell

in the pot, but instead

of a drip, there was silence

shaped like what was missing.

turning, i sensed the oddity,

looking for normal out the

window, a car passed, leaving

a trail of silence as if it

was erasing its sound

from the scene of other sounds.

my steps echo in my head

as i l walk across the room,

or are they just sound memories

in my mind attached to my action

as i sit my coffee cup on the

counter to a void in the

shape of “thunk".

the birds sing a song of

deafening silence, the trees

sway to a void of sound yet

i feel the breeze on my skin

as the leaves twist and move

on the branches silently.

dogs heads bounce as their

jaws open and close as they

form empty warnings at

children jumping-rope with

visible joy... only space the

size of laughter moving through

the air.

an oddity it seems, as familiar

sounds did it disappear it. seems,

just reversed, as if removing

audible space rather than filling it

with voids or vacancies of audible

absence, filling the air with

silence.