Introverts

Soloists amid a chorus
of cacophony,
voices unheard, drowned
in the discordant drumbeat
of the world’s terrible timpani, it’s off key screeching symphony,
dominated by the loud
bassoons of gossiping buffoons ,
mindless blather, endless chatter.
The quiet ones are asked
“ What’s the matter?”
Why prefer solitude, quietude, when you could
talk, talk, talk,
All day?
But introverts know
silence
has something
to say.