Fragile Silence

Silence sounds wonderful right now, problem is, there is none.  It’s too fragile, easily broken.

Even sitting quietly, new sounds will invent themselves into existence simply to break it.  No other meaning to their existence, simple destruction.

Sound always breaks.  Shockwaves of an explosion shatter glass into millions of slicing shards, devastation wakes.  Music softens the hardest hearts, like the everflow of a river through the landscape of society.

Only in space does silence reign supreme.  Terrifying silence, grateful only for your still beating heart; the tell tale sign of sanity slipping away.

Silence breaks upon the beating of my heart.

-j.e. pittman