SILENT NOISE

Don’t remember paying particular attention
There’d never been reason to proceed with caution
It ran constantly in the background
Sounds of life, booming  and humming all around

Looking back now
I knew the crickets chirp, but how?
There was always something rattling
Screeching, hooting, all too frazzling

Never once did it register as noise
The library was always our last choice
Even then, ears’d be plugged with loud sound
To escape the sentence: “shroud in no sound”

There is penalty for escaping into decibels
There is now no “cree- cree” of bicycle bells
There is now no blaring from traffic rage
No diesel powered generators, at this stage-

Its all too deafening, the silence
Its as though broken in mid-sentence
After the click as the key turns in the lock
No further sound -even from the invisible chains – no such luck

Trapped in- No breaking out of this silent din