One could call it a poem…

I’ve found out that I enjoy silence.
I let her lie in the back seat after a long noisy day.
She turns off the radio and offers me room for thought.
She welcomes inspiration,
just for a while until the trip is over.

I’ve found out that I dread silence.
I tremble as she creeps in the dark living room,
once the living are fast asleep.
Yet I stay awake, lifeless;
Unwilling to surrender to this sweet oblivion.

Lest tomorrow comes and once again I’ve forgotten it all…