Silence

You wove a web of words
(stories, letters, books and music)
that drew me in
(welcome to my world...stay awhile)

Like some crazy-arsed fly I flew
smack
into the middle of it,
got stuck and struggled,
struggled to find my voice

To free myself I resorted
to a relentless buzzing
(buzz, buzz, buzzzzzzz)
that grew in intensity
as it shrank in meaning.

I wanted to swat myself at times.

When the rhymes fell away
in the shock of silence
I could suddenly hear.