I heard their silence
in the winds of discontent,
echoes joining in
the growing chorus.
Hoarse coughs and splutters,
cleared blocked passages.
Throttled resonance
found strange bedfellows.
Aching moans and groans
rose in harmonious howls.
Dissenting voices
rising in the air,
leaving trails of dust
on the graves of buried bones.
New songs composed
for fresh winds of change.
I heard those voices,
recognizing yours and mine-
no longer silent
in the breaking dawn.
Chevvy's diary 