When It's Too Quiet...

When it's quiet and the words don't come
When it's quiet and you feel so numb
So quiet that nothing obscures
the sound of your mind's soul
So quiet it's as if you're buried
somewhere deep inside a hole
That's when you learn
  the differences
That's when you feel
  the differences

It can drive some to madness
The kind of insanity with
screams and shrieking cries
Or the kind of sadness
only marked with
desperately searching eyes

When it's quiet and words aren't there
When it's quiet and you just can't care
So quiet that your heart is mute
So quiet that you're destitute
for differences between
  times and lifetimes
for differences between
  sentences and completed lines

It can make you seem quite lost
  with nowhere else to go
It can come at quite a cost
  and deliver quite a blow

When it's quiet and words have left
When it's quiet and you're not bereft
So quiet there's no vacant stare
So quiet that nothing's there
The differences will all move on
The differences will all be gone

It could make you prey to silence
  and fall victim to the void
It could make you pray for silence
  the kinds you might avoid

When it's too quiet
for the songs to find you
When it's too quiet
for the sounds that bind you
remember the differences
  in differences and indifferences
And try to listen when it's quiet
before you find it's all too quiet