When the windows are shut and the lights fade
And the symphony of noises in the World has died
A drink finds me in my bed and makes me evade
The world outside and clears my mind’s inside
Silence extends its lovely embrace
floating me away into a dimension devoid
of all the mundane occurences of the day’s
stymied flow as it is eventually destroyed
‘Tis a barren land where lies my repose
Where there are few who demand of me pleasure
And fewer yet to endlessly speak their woes
For silence is a beautiful treasure
It is them that luxuriate in desolation
whose souls feel lonely in multitude
but find complete peace in isolation
while the world obliviously dreads solitude
