The Sound of Silence

The silence of my bedroom is not all that.

In my migraine every noise appears Magnified.

I can hear the heavy plant half a mile away turning, and digging and reversing beep beep beep

The baby seagurl who has been plaintively peeping for weeks now is still at it. It's either very insecure or a spoilt brat.

There is a beautiful song bird - I don't know who it what; it's not a song I've heard before but she is descanting over and above the noise of the seagurl... And the starlings.

Magpies are playing in a tree to the back of the house but I can still hear them clack clack clack.

Cars drive round the corner at the end of our street... I can gauge ages by the noise from them - the noise of the car and the age of the occupants.

I hear a clock ticking. Why do clocks tick louder when there is no other noise?

I hear the gentle snore of Beanie.

I hear the big grass cutters on either the golf course or the play park - accompanied by the higher pitched squeal of the garden strummer.

I hear Beau shouting for Raol, he must have stolen her breakfast again.

And to this sweet cacophony of noise I drift off again, in my pill induced haze.