Silence

The voice thundered full of confidence.
The thrill of being heard was felt.
The power, the glory
of knowledge, of words.
The voice carried a distinct quality
the speech carried it too.
What they call it nowadays...
ah! the mark of individualism.

The thundering voice lost its sheen
not just to others but to my ears too.
It was mere sound
To be heard but to be felt.

Mark of individualism met a noisydeath.
Silence still had its velvety touch...
A sense of calm coupled with music...