Deafening Silence

Is it courage that beckons

He tap on the wall

After light has gone to rest,

All in the hope that

Someone,

Anyone,

Anything,

Might hear?

How dense the concussion of stillness.

How alone evasion makes one.

How famished the heart,

As estranged muteness stands defiant.

Is the world locked away

Where the turnkey

Responds only to the desperate?

His firm taps

Spell out his identity.

He dozes off.

His mind remaining in freefall.

His grounding remaining afloat

In the suffocating air of nothingness.

Compassion hears,

Sends him a painting of hope

Its colors gathering density

As he awakens

To the sound of his heartbeat

Gratefully heard above the din of silence.

Even vibrations of silence are without end,

And grace in one form or another,

Somewhere,

Sometime,

Receives,

And

Returns the wonderment

Like an ocean ripple cycling the shore.