They Rest

Waking and listening
for the birds in the trees
They are quiet now
but soon that will
change and their voices
will echo through
windows and homes
For now they rest

Hours spent alone 
in the silence of myself

I hear a strangers voice

only to hear an echo
of the words from my throat

echo chamber

My voice echoes in an empty room.

I listen back to myself

and the silence that

follows.