it is silent here
you can hear a pin drop
or a single flake of snow fall from the blissfull skies
where not even the screams of the weak cant be heard
becasue there are no weak or pain
only the silence of nothingness
close your eyes but let your imagination run wild
you hear sounds but they arent acctually out in the open
its silent under the blank canvas
anything is possible
rushing water dare not compare to a mouses pitter patter
a lions nobel roar will simply haze together with a pianos melody
