Drown them out;
The tender ballads,
The operatic arias,
Crescendo against
My brain.

Drown them out;
The sounds of the world,
They've become too loud:
Even the whispers
Graze my nerves.

Drown them out;
The synthetic world—
The blips,
The instrumentals that hide
In an unfocused background of shadows—
of melodious emotion
Is better than silence:
Thoughts subside when
The melody explodes into
A forte;
And a sizzling
Piano chains around
My brain.

Never too loud the world might be;
But, its synthetic counterpart is silence
To me.