Silence!

I walk along without a word,
For now is the time of Silence.
One must watch and wait and be still,
To hear the lonely quietness.
I think in my head, like most do,
About this time of Silence.
Each creature is still, so still,
Listening to something
That can't be heard.
To break this silence, my Lupe mind says,
Would be like shattering
Pales of glass with my head.
It would hurt, disturb and frighten:
Maybe even stir the lonely souls
That have passed on
So I do, I howl, A long dragging howl
That streches on forever.
And the time of Silence is gone
Many flee, unsettled from the wail
In my throat.
I should feel bad.
My cry has rent the air with unholy noise.
I destroyed the time of Silence.
I shrug.
Who needed it anyway?