Roaring Silence

Hearing the deafening roaring I wake

Wondering what in the world could make

Such a rumbling trembling shake

Sounding like a fearful earthquake

But that’s not it, so I will take

Another breath from the lake

Of air where I swim and partake

Of the roaring, silence does make

 

There are some who hear profound

Whose mind discerns the tiniest sound

Their ears have power to confound

Every soft stepping tip-toer around

So loud above, below, all around

Consuming thoughts, for I am bound

Wishing its painful source be unwound

That in silence it might be drowned

 

Not mine I fear and cry the more

Whence comes this distasteful roar

The source must lie beyond the door

Somewhere past where my feet touch the floor

Not the ocean arguing with the shore

Certainly far from what I care for

It holds not the beauty of musical score

Nor the harsh disaster of man on man war

 

I strain to find direction or resource

And soon discover in good course

The raucous noise I desire to divorce

Has not the strength of a stampeding horse

Nor is it caused by one raspy and hoarse

But dwells within all its fury and force

In the silence of my brooding remorse

For my lonely thoughts are surely the source