When you stop, what do you hear?
Is it the echoes of unfinished conversations,
the insistence of a reply,
the sadness of the moment,
or things said that were better left unsaid?
What about the call of the wind,
the whisper of water,
the wordless sound of a place,
or the rumble of the Earth?
And what about the comfort of friends,
the heartbeat that few others have known,
the call of your future voice,
or the time that will outlive your life?
I wonder when you are still, what do you hear?