sometimes silence is

once there was a man who's world had become silent
the loudest sound in his life was his own breath
the only sound that kept him from sleeping
was the sound of the pulse on his wrist
he was not deaf or addled
but had been in a sense found by the silence
where once he was lost in music
now he was forever engulfed in awesome quietness
and rather than regretting the loss of the chaos
he reveled in what was now the reality of life
and the promise of quietness hereafter