• Listening to all the sights and sounds,
    All of the tension beginning to mound.
    Silence is golden, as many may say,
    Certain people here may like it that way.
    But now here I sit in awkward silence.
    The air, I can swear, is becoming so dense.
    Yet whether or not this silence is sensed,
    There is a disturbance inside this mess.
    What is this silence? It’s your guess, not mine.
    After it’s over it all will be fine.
    What is this silence? I will not tell now.
    Soon I will end this and take a deep bow.
    So now everyone, I shall take my leave.
    This silence must rest so go now to sleep.