The sounds have become thicker and less able to bear speech.
Have they gone or has my hearing become attuned to them?
Sounding the word yet not hearing it.
Laughter is the key to the sounds.
Calling always calling like a mad man screaming in the night.
Far off-distance sounds.
Like the whisper of the wind constantly vibrating, inside, out side around.
Swirls of merriment harass the sounds.
Taunt the silence in the crowd.
Being silent when all is still yet is the sound, hiding in its own silence.
Hush
Hear the sound and you will hear nothing.
For silence is the sound and sweetest of all sounds is this.