The quiet is not easy,
this is true.
It sometimes seems that
silence and stillness
are what death is
made of
but silence and stillness also
allow life
to touch us.
The quiet holds life
in a different way– there
are undertones,
basslines, that which is found there
when there is nothing else
in the way
and it is cacophonous.
What might we hear
if we were not willfully
trying not to hear
something else?
Might we
hear
ourselves?
Have we
the courage?
narinda heng 
hehe i have a hard time being silent without music.