In a quiet moment, nothingness is heard.
But many thoughts are there, waiting to be put to word.
In a quiet moment, all of me is still.
Yet movement remains in my head, against my minds own will.
In a quiet moment, nothing do I touch.
But sensation is all around me, I still can feel so much.
In a quiet moment, my eyes are closed in sleep.
Yet they continue to function, as in my dreams I weep.
In a quiet moment, it seems I am the only one there.
But I am surrounded by others, for true quiet moments are rare.