Follow that Sound

Sometimes I follow sounds into silence. If there is a hum, like a vacuum-cleaner for example, I can listen to it intently (or not) until the noise disappears. All I hear is nothing.

I can then concentrate on writing. I can even write these words.

Because the sound is loud, it blankets out anything else. Birds, traffic, voices, or whatever other sounds are around, simply cease to exist for me.

Because it is constant, my mind blanks out the sound. It becomes just another part of what is – integral and perfect.

If someone bashes me with the vacuum-cleaner though – that’s quite another matter.