WHEN IT'S QUIET

When it's quiet

When nothing moves

When there's nothing to confuse

When it's quiet

A silent dream

So quiet that your ears will scream

So quiet that you'll maybe glean

a fragment of colloquy,

of conversations that have been

imprisoned in the air it seems.

That drum you here is just your heart

Or maybe it's an angles harp

When it's quiet and so serene

When the air is crisp and clean

When all is still I guarantee

You'll almost hear the old earth breathe.