Noise crisscrosses the temporary and cancels.
Silence adds up the past, the permanent
Becomes heavy :
Defects damages and deaths…
Then silence becomes visible and grueling to tolerate.
The cacophony is too clear to avoid
Harsher than noise of vulgar loudspeakers.
Shriller than the honks.
In noise things are lost,
We hear a lot but listen nothing.
We hear nothing but listen a lot
And listening to silence is deafening.