Better stick to performance art and photographing humanoids...

Alone.

In a crowded room.

Staring.

Blank faces.

Familiar smiles.

You know them.

A tree falls.

In an empty wood.

It still makes a sound.

Alone.

In a crowded room.

Loud noises.

Nothing distinct.

A buzz in your ear.

Incessant hum of bees.

Irritating.

Alone.

In a crowded room.

Open your mouth.

No sound.

Or is there?

No heads turn.

Obvious silence.

A tree falls.

In an empty wood.

It still makes a sound.

This has no meaning. I wrote it in 5 minutes. Poetry is dissatisfactory. I need a different medium.

NEXT!