The sound of water falling from a little fountain, a little fountain that impacts so much. The little fountain that gives little clever creatures with fur so beautiful, eyes so bright when they hit the sun, and whiskers that bring everything together the sensation of bitter cold liquid going down your throat. 

The sound of trains passing me by for it's 12:30 stop every night, with little people ready to dash home and land right in bed sound asleep. 

The sound of my eldest brother passionately pouring his heart out about something so small yet so big to his dearest friend. The dearest friend that takes in every word and listens to him carefully yet amazed by how passionate someone could be over one little thing that doesn't seem to matter so much.

The sound of my sisters iPhone keyboard clacking for some high school romance that later on will break her heart but she'll be okay, because she has the comfort of her amazing friends and wonderful family who made her who she is. 

The sound of my brother playing moving the keys left and right to his video game like ''tis life or death.

The sound of me writing this poem hoping it makes someone's day, for it might, for one might never see if but, one day I hope. Enjoy, the sound of _______. 

Silence