Its quiet. All I can hear

Are tweeting sparrows in

The silver birch outside

The window. Busy nest

Building. And an ever

Present pulsating hiss

Of tinnitus ringing

In my ears. Which one wins?

I can hear both clearly.

Tweeting birds.  Tinnitus.

This is what passes for

Quiet. Silence. Absence

Of significant noise.

A car engine putters,

Interrupting the quiet.

A burst of noise. But wait!

The tinnitus has gone.

Clattering of crutches

As doors open, movement

Is heard from elsewhere in

The house. Tinnitus still

Absent. Then silence comes

Back. Returns. And with it

The tinnitus pulsates

Once more ringing, noisy.

Is there ever silence?

 

 

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