Silence reigns.

The breeze whispers.

The smell of incense is like a gentle gasp.

Tick tock of the clock is the period of thought.

Hour chimes a comma of Time.

Silence reigns.

Quiet communion with the screen before me.

Close my eyes.

See her perfume, smell her kiss, taste her whisper, hear her touch, feel her smile.

Parted, never apart.

Silence reigns

I think.

I am blank.

I hear.

I am deaf.

Such is the randomness of Tranquillity...

I got a little bit confused Is it about a deaf person?

It's about how random thoughts can be peacful.