All the Sounds Have Stopped by David Blaine

​A cypher wind lilts through branches
and the leaves whisper sotto voce’
but the wailing has stopped.

I haven’t seen another face in days
but a steady, distant rumble
keeps me company. Even after
the wailing has stopped.

Nothing stirs.
I watch life leave,
apples spilling like drops,
red on the wooden floor,

‘til all the sounds have stopped.