Unbroken Silence

In the quiet corner of my world,

often silence is broken

And whether it is music or noise

is then a part of my mood's choice

the thwack thwack of clothes washing

the bird's cry, the wind swishing

and yes, that constant fan's whirring

is the sound of my house breathing

Sometimes there is laughter from another room

somewhere Rafi Saab is belting out a popular tune

Once in a while my soul joins in this chaotic orchestra

and yet.... finds silence.... still unbroken.

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