Cacophony

A Poem

Vaulted halls of voices
Void, not a note to know,
Permit songs of choices 
Poor to pour, to flow.

How silence screams,
Drowns dreams of day,
Just as violent streams
Sink toy ships at play.

Sailing, singing through
Thoughts of is and ought
Ought not be brought to
Stop, as though wrought of naught.

Navigate sound,
Chart cacophony,
For a silent island bound,
Surrounded by the sea.