Ongoing 58/Harrow Daily Poem #15

Another catch up poem half and half inspired by the next doodle and by my day out in London.
The doodle shows an empty glass. The day out was rounded off by a visit to a pub. We passed several, all blasting out loud music, taking over from the loud music that had blasted out of every shop during the day. Outside there were people blocking out that noise with the noise from their car radios and that noise with the noise from their i-Pods. Inside the pub where we finally settled there was just as much noise but as we were only yards from our destination we couldn't go on searching for quiet.

The death of silence

There is music in the shops,
There is music in the bars,
There is music on the streets
And there is music in the cars.
There's a soundtrack to our lives
That was never there before,
And music piped into the ears
Of those still wanting more.
There is music everywhere
As we go about the day.
Where did the silence go?
When did they take it all away?
And was the silence buried,
Unloved and unremarked,
In a graveyard of lost things,
Forgotten in the dark?
Does no one miss the silence?
Am I the only one,
That's ever even noticed,
That the silence has all gone?