At the Crossfire

Storm outside the window
wind and rain
screaming from all sides
kicking the window
to break it open

No sense of direction—
they’re charging from all fronts
east
west
north
south

As nature plays
her wild symphony—
silence awakens
from the depths

Silence wishing
to tame the storm—
the storm
unable to be tamed

At the crossfire between
the storm and silence—
a voice takes birth