A tree falls and no one hears, The empty forest of tears, as all I can hear is the wind, silence is loud yet thin, I lived in a silent room, no tears, no tune, no music to soothe the day, no babies crying at the moon, Solitary is the quietest thing around, but why? Because there is no one around, no lovers, no overs, just the loud silence and the wind breaking it, for I am in solitary with my own wins, the win of silence all around in a cell, silence with no sound to break the loud thin sound of nothingness in the day, and nothing in the night, I win you lose, for silence is m new tune.