Loud

Drown them out;
The tender ballads,
The operatic arias, 
Crescendo against
My brain.

Drown them out; 
The sounds of the world, 
They've become too loud: 
Even the whispers
Graze my nerves. 

Drown them out;
The synthetic world—
The blips, 
The instrumentals that hide
In an unfocused background of shadows—
of melodious emotion 
Is better than silence:
Thoughts subside when
The melody explodes into 
A forte;
And a sizzling
Piano chains around
My brain. 

Never too loud the world might be;
But, its synthetic counterpart is silence
To me. 

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