radio silence

like the moment during takeoff
just before your ears pop
the pressure of the quiet gets to me
stillness is a song
but silence is a tense hum
waiting
perhaps it's a struggle to catch up,
to get ahead of the tick of the clock
so that there's time to hear the music
to pause, to observe the symphony between the lines
to create the music that's already around
there are riches in the drumming rain
the pulsating surf
the teeming streets
riches waiting to be spoken
but first, someone needs to pause
and listen