A kind of hush descends On the dusty, drowsy village. The lazy drone of a bee punctuates The flirtatious whisperings of the breeze As it caresses the leaves. Alone She sits enveloped in the shimmering heat While slowly, imperceptibly Silence swallows these lulling sounds. And slower yet That subtle Silence engulfs her. She melts into it till she is SILENCE itself: SILENCE vibrant with the music in her soul SILENCE sonorous with the promise of REALISATION!
