The Irony of Silence

The Irony of Silence

At night, when the world is quiet, my heart is not.
It leaps out of my chest and flies across the universe
because it can
only then.

In the day, when the world screams and shouts,
its wild beating is suppressed.
It wants to be heard only when there is space
for it to soar and dream

and there’s no-one around
to hear it flutter.