Moving peas on a plate.
While someone watches atoms form into new matter
I hear nothing,
But,
The conversation of other knives and forks
deflecting off plates
Glasses quietly colliding into tables.
it all seems strange

Yet, pleasant
I hear th traces of life
In a symphony of silverware

I see still lips
Their hands form words from air.
I realize that sound has been drained out of the ears of everyone.
A silent language produces laughter from across the room
As the sounds of silverware resonate in the background.

But there is silence between

My mind is just waiting

Listening to a silverware symphony on planet earth

Julian Ju