My sound?

Is a silent night, I have no music

no beats, or rhythem.

My sound?

Crickets on a summer day.

When I was born they sang.

My sound?

Is a soft noise

like cotton hitting the ground.

My sound?

Is no breeze through the weeds.

My sound?

It is like a frozen stream,

soft snowflakes muffling me.

My sound?

Is noticed mostly

by people with finger in their ears.

My sound?

Is no more than a whisper.

So listen close if you want to hear.