I like wide open deaf spaces and the hush water makes The faintness of leaves A still drive and the unspeaking of a coffee shop Noiseless keyboard chatter Muted winter walks and Voiceless rain on tin roofs The quiet forest banter Weights with no music and runs with no crutch Placid moments with a cigarette There's nothing like a muted dawn Or a still sunset For in silence Is when we speak
-MackieTVM