The Sound of Silence.

 Silence has a sound.

It’s the sound of a pen,

Scratching away at paper,

Writing the mysteries of life.

Clocks count down the time left,

Until they too stop their ticking,

Rusting away.

Lives end,

Time decays.

No one is left to hear the pen scratching,

But it continues,

Controlled by the last living thing left,

The only one who manages to always survive.

Death.