Shh.

Shh. Don't speak.
Your voice, it hurts my ears,
it grates against my bones.

Shh. Just listen.
Listen to the rain that falls,
the grass that grows.
Listen to the silence.

Shh.
Why are you still speaking?
It's hard not to listen to you.
Your voice is drowning out my silence,
drowning out my voice.

Shh.