Sounds whirling by, cacophonies of maddening variety.
The static-ridden singing of a distant festive speaker,
Wheels racing and engines wheezing through narrow alleys,
Incessant hammering of infinite nails in a new construction,
All so loud yet so subtle
A stupefying surging overload of senses.
Yet, despite the inviting vibrance of this chaos,
Despite this tuning torpid turbulence, my solitary silence stays,
Gritting it\'s urge to noise.