A hush settles over the room
No sound from the radio or phone
No knock or footsteps
And the wind has fallen silent
Yet silence intertwines
With every other quiet thing
In harmony with my breathing
And the quiet, gentle beat
Of no one at the door
No breath, nor breeze
Nor flicker of flame
No rippled pond from wind or rain
The silent strum of still harp strings
The only sound this symphony brings