Silence

Silence is my friend
My enemy
In the summer she is at my tree,
My special tree,
Waiting for me in the sun.
She is greedy.
Sometimes she tears at me,
While I want to stay surrounded by sound.
Oh, the sweetness of noise.
Not voices shouting,
Screaming words sharp as knives,
But singing.
I am with her now
Silence's cold harsh voice tears me
But she is keeping me company.
Silence is my secret.
My hideaway from anger and fights.
She helps and haunts
She knows
She fears
She feels.
Everything.
Which is nothing,
Unless you have
Silence to base it on.