All is quiet,
But for the murmured talk of individuals
In room corners,
All is quiet but for the in and out,
Draw of breath from the silent,
All is quiet but the sound of minds in thought,
A shift of body makes a shuffle of cloth,
And all is quiet but for the noise,
The noise that seems to get louder the more one listens to the quiet.
All is Quiet
She of Letters 