After the babel of the city

Like a dysfunctional hearing aid,
my room's all silent, again
its metal sheet roof,

A thin membrane, humming
its silence into the twin ears,
bottomless...night and sky.

Then, that other silence,
a quiet, a brooding
that defeats all voice, overflows

From a loyal residence in my soul
tumbling pell-mell, incoherent,
like refrains never heard.

I smile, content
it is good to be home conversing
in silence with old friends.