Water dripping in a cave
Dad stopped doing a super loud shave

The perfect sound of silence
Like nectar, so sweet
Like drops of cold water in the sweltering summer heat

But when it’s been too long

It feels quite weird
The silence is not sweet, but now robotic, engineered

And that one person says “Hello?”
The whole room, with talking, is aglow

Now you want the silence back
But a minute ago, you were stuffing it in a bag

Our feelings are quite perplexing
Something is good, the next minute, it’s vexing