Books!

Can I say that I love silence? or should I say When people are silent?;

I do love the sound of the wind Dancing through the branches, Stroking the leaves to tickle can you also hear them giggle?;

Evil crickets rubbing their wings Chirping and moving along with me, Like a shadow of sound Mocking my moves as I turn around;

The flutter of turning those pages leaving me to the labyrinth of thoughts, till I question myself whether it really happened or is it in my bookshelf?