Today is calm. Rain manifests itself.

The ground is wet and everything is in place.

This is the kind of afternoon when sounds introduce themselves:

I am the buzz of the aircon. I am the shutting of doors. I am footsteps.

I am the roar of a tricycle. I am click. I am thunder. I am pitter-patter.

This is the kind of afternoon when heartbeats are serene.

When breath rises and falls, but no sigh is heard.

This is the kind of afternoon when others make no sound at all.

I am the UnSound. I am not Silence. I am Silence.

– 2007.

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