The A.C. hums as I first rise from sleep. Off to the living room where the remote immediately demands cool from the window unit.

I hear no silence.

My laptop quickly finds its way to a playlist, sound drifts from the surround-sound speaker system, setting the mood. Today, Friday, is a quiet, steady, building. A slow melody ending with a crescendo of blurry vision and fiery passion.

I hear no silence.

The day is filled with car horns and sirens. In the background, the A.C. hums along with the music, creating a steady presence in the room. I am not alone, now. The sound envelops my soul, snuggly it comforts.

I hear no silence.

Night draws in slowly, the light shifts with the music, pulsating as gold light flicks the apple cinnamon cake painted walls. The rumble and tremble of the rush hour train builds as the light regresses, the tempo changes – doubling the rumbles, and the sound grows only louder.

I hear no silence.