There are three types of noise in the school building.
The first:
A loud and raucous chorus
By teens
Desperate to be heard.
A fierce yelling match
Between peers,
Trying to prove their opinions are validated
By screaming and shouting,
Louder and louder,
Failing to realise that
Adding volume
Does not change the outcome.
A sound that drowns out others
In order to stay afloat. Teachers shout to quiet
The cacophony in vain.
Attempting to calm the storm,
Only adding to the
Furious pandemonium.
Opinions.
Thoughts.
Ideas.
All lost in the madness of organised chaos.
The second:
A soft, suppressed noise
Barred behind the wall of obvious noise.
Nearly never heard
Although just as valuable
Pens tapping,
Soft humming,
Feet hitting off the floor.
The quiet ensemble of the waves,
As they hit against the shore
Loud enough to be heard
Yet overshadowed by the louder and bigger waves.
The third;
The voices in your head.
Only ever heard by you.
The thoughts and ideas tucked away
Constantly fighting to be heard inside yourself.
Desperately trying to figure out
Who you are
And
Why you’re here.
Rarely ever letting people know a
Fraction
Of what goes on inside your head.
Keeping your potential
Locked away,
Letting nobody see the person within.
Trapped inside your own mind.
When noise is segregated,
It is violent and painful.
Anarchic and Monstrous.
However,
With a talented conductor
Who understands
And accepts
All sounds
There is beautiful music.
The school building causes a maelstrom of white noise.
It is up to students to figure out
How to listen.
To create heart-warming vocals with the first noise
An orchestral accompaniment with the second
And finally,
A sweet melodic symphony in their own mind
That binds and connects it all.
