The Empty Room Poem by Ari Alsio

The empty room
empty deserted house
the radio just plays alone
clock moves time forward
even though the time has stopped
silence is only violated by the voice
silence of the ticking clock.

A little further
you hear a dog barking
maybe some bird will sing
if you give on your ears permission
silence is not complete
nothing is perfect
birds also have their own silence.

Focus on silence
and you start to hear more
you can strain everyday noise
listen to more detail
and you begin to hear your own voice
you learn to listen to yourself
and it does not matter even if you are alone.