Sound
by Evie Taylor
Sound
by Evie Taylor
When you’re falling in a forest
And there’s nobody around
Do you ever really crash or even make a sound?
Lyrics from Waving Through A Window – Dear Even Hanson.
It’s a good song –
You should go listen to it.
But it’s the last word in this particular phrase
That I am…
Obsessed with.
Sound.
How all-encompassing that word is.
And indeed, is that not sound itself?
All-encompassing?
Sound is one thing
Maybe the only thing
That written word does no justice to.
Believe me.
I have tried.
I was a song writer! I am a poet!
I sing! I play guitar!
I laugh and I scream and I sob and I shout –
I am a being of sound,
Solely because I am human.
But that is not just sound.
I create sound unwillingly, sometimes.
Footsteps
Breathing
Movement
A laugh broken free
A pillow-muffled cry
Are also sound.
But not the same
As before.
Even now,
Typing in the dark
Using memory to find letters on a keyboard
Sound is surrounding me
When I am trying to be quietest.
And inhuman sound is like that the most.
All-encompassing, I mean.
The easiest to ignore
But the loudest sound.
Bird call
Leaves brushing together
Waves
Fire crackle
Again, movement.
But world-wide, this time.
Maybe that’s why
Everything on Earth
Fights so hard to make sound in the first place.
The smallest insects
Pressing their wings together
Buzz. Sound.
Car horns
Loud and often uncalled for
Honk. Sound.
Whale song
Haunting and dangerous.
Sound.
Burrowing, running, blinking, braying, whispering, scuttling, rushing, growling, barking, howling, calling, flying.
Is their sole purpose
To drown out the Earth’s own sound?
Because I listed all of those
Sound words.
And I can list a thousand more.
Music, sigh, bubble-pop, screech, page-turn, break, rustle, clap, roll, ball-bounce, snap, click, tap, shatter, step, flick, clock-tick –
But I can’t tell you what the world sounds like
When nothing else is making sound.
Would it be silent?
No.
It can’t be.
Right?
Sound
In our universe
Is only outdone
By light.
But light can die.
We have predicted the very end of our galaxy, of space-time itself
On the understanding
That light dies.
But does sound?
I know that sound can pause –
I can control that with a button in my hand,
If I wish.
But that is not all sound.
It is never
All sound.
Think about it!
Hold your breath, it stops the very sound that means you are living.
But the birds call on.
Block your ears, you can’t hear ANYTHING.
But there is your heartbeat.
Do everything in your power
To stop sound
For a moment.
Do it, I dare you. Everything,
But someone
Somewhere
Is listening to music.
Sound continues.
But light dies.
I think the world makes sound.
I don’t think the world needs to prove to us that it makes sound
By letting us hear it.
I think the world knows
That sound doesn’t end.
Empty rooms echo for a reason.
Evie Taylor
Year 11 Student