The room is small without the sound One glass note keeps coming round I hear my breathing touch the wall Then nothing answers it at all My hands are still, my pulse is not It marks the spaces noise forgot I let the last vibration fade And hear the difference that it made Under the ringing, low and clear Something of my own is here I thought the quiet would be blank A hollow where the whole night sank But every time the ringing clears I find a voice that stays right here I don't need to raise it I don't need to know its name I can hear myself And I don't turn away After the noise I am still here After the noise My own voice is clear After the noise I am still here I don't have to shout To know what I hear
