Silence

A brook bubbles along
swollen from recent rain
tumbling over rocks,
whose mossy tops
comb the water.

The elderly owner
of a shuffling tread
creaks the spanning bridge
and waves grüß Gott
in passing.

The whoosh of town traffic
whispers its sigh
after a sun-dreary day
of clicking mouses
and clacking keyboards.

And floating above it all
high and clear
is a child’s voice
singing.