It is the silence which engaged my ear
at first, as I escaped the thunderous cloud
and soothed the raucous sound I always fear
of human voices unrestrained, allowed
to rend the peace of soundless moments, dear
to me and hard to come by in the city’s crowd.

There are some folk who revel in a crowd
of those for whom the noise is no offence to ear:
but hold the assault on senses specially dear.
And more and more they enter in that cloud,
And more and more the dance, the drugs are loud
the more they banish silence that they fear.

And what is there in silence that they fear?
And why do they seek safety in the crowd
to pitch the highest decibels allowed
that crack and strain the cochlea of the ear?
So they their precious hearing sense becloud
and are regardless of the price most dear.

Now in the Bible there are words most clear
which some of righteous turn of mind do fear.
They tell of silence in celestial cloud
which lasted thirty minutes when the angelic crowd
suspended all communication by ear
and not a word was spoken out aloud.

Good God! For thirty minutes disallowed!
The heavenly host could not believe its ear.
But God continued in his tone most dear,
‘I’m reaching saturation point I fear,
with all these invocations that be-crowd
the silent space I need upon this cloud!’

And so I, too, escape the thunderous cloud
of human voices unrestrained, allowed
to rend the peace of soundless moments, fear
to make it hard to sensitise the ear
to strains emitting from a stranger crowd
than that of planet earth. I hold this dear.

And from that stranger crowd comes music dear
from mystic cloud, earth’s silence does allow.
Puts fear aside to tune the inner ear.