Silence of Silence

Is not the sound of silence still a sound?
Where than can the silence of silence be found?
The endless thoughts of which are heard,
Where ceasing to think would seem absurd.
As the restless sleep in charcoaled dreams,
A silence so silent, you’ll hear its screams.
For quiet music that colours the tireless mind,
A stillness of sound that I cannot find.
So for now it’s the clamour and clatter of noise,
The chitter and chatter that makes me coy.
In complete stillness, still the body vibrates,
A silence so silent, it will not abate.
The silence of which is not found in rhymes,
The silence so silent it’s deafening at times.
If one can see through their ears,
And hear through their eyes like me,
The silence of silence remains a mystery.
Is not the sound of silence still a sound?
Where than can the silence of silence be found?