Alone with Silence

Sound is never alone.   
It always makes it home
with others like it.
If you strike it down
another sound with always 
take its place.
And it will make haste.
Traveling the ground 
at the speed of....
...well...sound.

Its incarnations 
are the foundation
of an average day.
The way you breathe
is a wheeze of sound.
The way you step 
on the ground 
is another example 
from my ample stash.

This rash of noise
is always poised around us.
We hear it twist and bend
because sound has friends.
Sound is comfort
in the end.

The loving sighs
as your mom
soothes your cries.
The release of strain
as you hear the garage door,
Your husband's home again.

Sound is all around...you.

Silence is always single
It doesn't mingle with others.
It just hovers 
as a lonely girl.
There's no plural to this word
silence.

There is a meekness
even a weakness 
to this noun.
A simple breath
from your chest
and she fades into sound.