There is no such thing as silence
I know that
The dictionary tells lies
Once I locked myself in a lead coffin
(might or might not have been lead)
After 4, maybe 5 minutes
I realized I could hear my heart beat
My clothes rustle
Even cotton shirts rustle when locked in too long
They never tell you that in the shop
My breath whispered in its own language
A cruel percussion of bells ringing in my head
Then the oxygen ran away screaming
What’s the point of silence
If silence is like a God?
I thought it might help when blogging if I told readers a little bit about myself. My name is George. I run Zoolon Audio https://www.zoolonaudio.com/ selling samples I have made to electronic musicians and sound artists mainly. The business is new and things are going well. I also write songs and make sound art myself.
I am adding to my YouTube channel https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCtOtegaQCJKBCZWYJDHOTPg
and Soundcloud https://soundcloud.com/zoolon all the time.
You can find me on Twitter https://twitter.com/ZoolonAudio as well. I don’t write poetry as such. Any words I don’t throw away become lyrics.