Silence

I don't like the silence.
I know what it means.
It hurts more to my ears then shouting.
It's a game of waiting and see,
what will happen, what will be.
You listen and hear nothing but sighs.
The question is why?
I don't like the silence.
I miss a voice,
but the silence is a given not a choice.
It seemes that not only the art of speach is lost.
What will it take to warm up and defrost
a tongue that I would love to move,
and together with the vocal cords,
to improve the mood.