It starts with silence,
So cold and dark,
Like the song of an owl on a moonless night,
Singing,
To be heard! to make a mark.

Knock Tick Knock Tock!
Is there a visitor?
It’s the sound of the clock on your table,
Working its way to eternity,
Or till the battery turns it’s enemy.

There are no more sounds left,
You know them all,
Thought is no more your friend,
No more thinking,
And that is when the devil stands tall.

You try reading a book,
A book always helps, you say,
Only to finish a paragraph,
Maybe two,
And to put the boring thing away.

No human voices anymore,
Only you and your heart beat,
Both hand in hand,
Rhythmic,
Since its melody is your only treat.

You keep yourself busy somehow,
But nothing seems to work,
Maybe a little music, you say,
Jazz, pop, rock or country,
But you have heard them all anyway.

Silence is golden, a wise man once said,
And you knew it all your life,
But here it is,
Breathing on your face, smiling,
While you enjoy its empty bliss.

Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide,
It is the cancer of loneliness you have,
You can ignore it, but it will stay,
A hole in your life,
Being alone never goes away.