Scurry scurry busy-body
Silence is almost here
Who knows what woes, may manifest
When there’s nothing left to hear.
Close your curtains, run a bath
Turn on the radio too
Lest you should find yourself alone
And greet the real you.
Climb into bed, pick up a book
Or switch your tv on
It doesn’t matter which you choose
So long, as silence is gone.
Jason is a twenty-eight year old poet, who lives in a very, very small village two hours outside of Cape Town. There are only a maximum of five and half thousand people in this town, but that suits him fine, the quiet.