Heard The Silence Poem by James Callos Jordan

Silence. The last thing I heard,
When they nailed the door shut.

Eerie but serene noise,
Like the sound you hear;
Between a note of a flute.

Echoes. My memory remembers,
All the things I mourn.

Resonating feelings,
Heightened emotions;
And an Endless fading hum.

Thud. All is shaken,
By its presence of awe.

Yes, silence could be heard,
Not in life or its boundaries;
But in the split second of death.

April 5,2009