ravens perched up high
above dark apartment blocks
winter morning, Bonn.

Silence

Sweet suffering silence

The gap between thoughts

The gap between sounds

The silence that exists before the first note of a symphony
Is
The silence that exists between the lightning and the thunder

It makes you tense
It makes you sweat
It makes each and every hair stand erect upon your skin

Silence

The beautiful fermata
In which everything and nothing happens
In which you realise you are exposed and vulnerable to the entire universe.