I am noise
A choice to make sound
I am a whisper of a midnight breeze
a cough a wheeze
a loud shout
a rappers lyrical clout
I am music and beats
I am what meets up with ears
I am noise
An echo, a deafening screech
I am thunder
The sound of lightning’s whip
cracking across the sky
A pulse racing and beating
I am all vibration in your ear
Which you hear
Which you analyse
And dramatise
On TV and radio
What happens if I go away………
Deafening silence! ! !
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