This is what I listen to:
The news, the radio, the television,
Phone ringing, people on the street,
Sparrows chattering in hedges at dawn.
Her Majesty meows, I pet her.
The wind blows through tree tops.
Quiet melancholic songs help tears run,
Driving passes fast along a song,
Anger burns out if I play
A piece of music really loud,
And the nights I cannot sleep
Songs count minutes instead of me.
But when there is nothing else,
Silence speaks all words to hear.