35: Rest, and a-one, and a-two

The music breaks, finally -
let's hear another tragic story
hear it in the silence, rhythm of Nothing echoes
and echoes
and Echoes

Contagious, infectious,
we cannot bear to be unable to hear
all of the nothing that's been spewed.
I miss that white noise. All the greys.
All those invisible hues. Nothing but notes on a page.