Some Poetry from way back...
Continuity
Silence
quiet
I sit alone, on the grass
not a sound
Not a cricket, not a whisper
breaks the
silence
Stop
wait
The wind whistles through leaves
it stops the silence
It breaks my concentration
It will not
stop
Shards
pieces
of the silence, lie around
the grass
I try to pick them up
but they slide through
my fingers
They are nothing but
shards