A letter from Oct 16, 2023

What's the sound of a drum in an empty room If it doesn't beat If it stays still But with rumblings brewing within Rumblings that used to vibrate with vigor But now come with the heavy but slow thump Of one slumping, forlorn into a large unwelcoming bed What sound is there in silence When the outsides get as silent as the insides Or does it flow the other way? Which silence came first? The outside? The in? There’s a drum in the middle of the room It’s been silent but beckoning But each day it becomes more unassuming Its silhouette fading into the walls of the room I remember how it used to beat How it made melodies with each beat How it was taken by by the simple act of… It was a thing to behold But then the silence crept in like a physical force A madman with a drenched coat The silence had its comforts The silence too had its allure It was less yet more I guess I know which silence came first You silence yourself And then you silence others Hey me, Find silence, feel your sadness, connect to it don't run, address it but don't force, listen then express. Whatever you are looking for you can find in you You are love And hey you, let the weight off your shoulders, You're not meant to carry this alone, you don't have to. you are and will always, unconditionally be loved