Silence

Silence,
Do you hear that?
The little twinkle of chimes and the whirling of a fan,
That all stops at a certain time when even the wind has long given up it's endless efforts.
Silence,
Where everything seems to stop in the real world,
But start in their minds,
A time where thinking becomes louder than the troubles of the day,
And a troubled mind wants to play.
Silence,
You hear it now?
Silence is peace,
We all know that's  a lie.
If silence were peace then why,
In the middle of the night when all is calm and silent,
Do you people cry?
Silence,
You must hear it now!
You must hear the first tear falling onto to the ground from someone who is drowning in the silence!
Can you not hear through all this silence the damage that is done?
Silence,
But that's the thing,
Isn't it always when there is too much silence,
And not enough sound