Rustling paper bags, as the wind blows through them.
The curtains billow inwards, the air that we all breathe.
Murmured voices, drunken voices, echo down the street.
A car screams past, a taxi brakes; tyres screaming in their wake.
A lot of noise, a lot of trouble, a lot of wind and yet, there's stillness.
Silence, and the gentle peace of a dark room.
Silence, with a great lift off your heart.
The lack of noise shared only by the most intimate of friends;
Silence, ripping confidence and arrogance apart.