I Sit Here Listening

In these sullen plains,

Sound explodes

Noisy loudspeakers,

Angry voices,

Flamboyant music,

Deafening songs

All around me,

Cacophony

I will walk and walk and walk

Across these plains

To the base of the mountain

And from there,

I will climb and climb

Till I reach the top

At the mountain-top,

Beautiful silence acknowledges my presence,

And I acknowledge her

No longer is there empty noise,

But silence

Utter, utter peace

I sit here listening.