Now I sit here only the passage of the air from the exhalation of breath a white noise in the silence. Silence has fallen and the rhythmic beating of the heart a reminder life is abound, the steady pulse in my ears. I am alone yet I am not alone, despite the lack of anyone in the room, the silence is a life of it's own. It pulses with the beat of a heart beat in the ears, breaths with the rustle of air with each exhale, and speaks in a deafening voice. Silence has fallen to remind me that I am truly not alone, even when no voice speaks.