Life’s Complement

Responding to complaints that a junior high band dared to practice outdoors on its own land.

Silence is golden,

Rare and aloof,

Post birth it emboldens,

Behaves like a goof,

Hides behind wind, rain,

Thunder and lightning,

Makes eardrums strain

To find life less frightening,

At night it visits

You in your sleep,

A dream it deposits

Which you cannot keep,

Cherish the moments

You have with just breath,

Sound is life’s complement

And silence is death’s.

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