Find me where the cacophony of sounds meets deafening silence, where pin drops seem to echo, and whispers blare like air raid sirens. Out, past all this plastic noise pollution, is an escape where our bodies do all of the talking.

I am loudest in the pregnant expectation of audiences awaiting an orchestra's first notes, search for me along the surface of the unbeaten drum. Slide your fingers on the coastal cities of my parchment skin, sometimes I even hide between guitar strings that have yet to be plucked.

Where aria meets melody, and where bass tickles the rhythm, you will notice me dancing between the lines, like a dervish, whirling, intoxicated.

I am in the sighs, and the frustration—every exhalation between lovers in a spat. There is much of me in their reconciling, and in the fire that rekindles their romance.

Listen closely and you will hear me in the throats of birds, I am there in the few moments of silence before they crow and wake the world. I feel most serene when I am tranquil, and more radiant than the rising sun.

At the bottom of the ocean, where it is pitch dark and eerie quiet; hear me harmonize with humpback whales, whose songs below the surface interrupt the intimidating underwater silence.

As society slides further away from stillness, hush your mind and listen to your heart; if you seek then you will find me, at the nape of light and dark.