Search for Silence

By Eric Heppner

I long to find the music called silence
i sit in the pianissimo hours of the morning
longing for silence
the click of a jumping anole outside my windo
shatters the quest
yet as i strain my ears in another pursuit
the most beautiful sounds
wnader about the room
the leather chair clacks rhythmically
beneath my lethargic form
the steady hum of electricity
burns behind the lights turned off
the sudden frump of dirty clothes
that have waited all night to settle to place
the wondrous footfalls of a cat
who prowls the the early hours, never sleeping
the snap of a flea's mechanical legs
and the unsettling plop of it's landing space
yes, i have searched for silence
in the very dead of the morning
yet as i open my ears
hoping to find the room still
i find the unexpected, unheard sounds
hoping for an open ear