Silence.

It follows after a storm.
The thing that can be so loud
yet can be spoken over wiht out any exertion of energy.
The cause of exhaustion,
and the language of the dead.
Thoughts scream bloody murder in its prescence,
yet only one can hear it at a time.
Not even the soft dripping of tap water
can penetrate the roaring.
Silence.
The single sound that can make even the deaf
listen intently.
Silence.
One thing that can be heard when there is nothing else.
Silence.
The roar of an empty room.