Silence Considering musical violence As the airwaves break those anytime pauses Quiet reflection on the nature of noises Disturbing suburban platitudes Heard a yell that created a solitude Outside Opened the window wide My curiosity satisfied It was no-one I knew so I carried on hiding My instinctive reaction to join in the shouting And increase the volume, but a sense of doubt in My head Told me to shut up instead Return to the previous peace I'd been seeking For no other reason than to work out a theory That noise is just a sound on a different scale To what we expect, so I started to yell Out loud Soon a curious crowd Was standing outside looking up at my window I looked out, they could see I was no-one they knew, so Their instinctive reaction to be part of the noise Or part of the reason for the silence destroyed Got hid "Nobody does" what I did Except for the first son whose total immersion In this social excursion was more than diversion With a similar yell I could tell who he was The voice with a noise that I'd heard, and because One yell Had sort of broken the spell So we laughed and we shouted in a lack of respect For the conditional silence that has come to connect All the neighbours as strangers living under the treat Of discovering life beyond what they expect What do you expect from this?