After
by Caleb Noble
· 23/01/2026
Published 23/01/2026 15:53
The ringing won't stop.
It's been since the concert last night,
since the band I used to love
played too loud,
and now there's this sound
that isn't a sound,
just the absence of silence,
just the proof that I was there.
It's in my head.
High-pitched, constant,
the way tinnitus is described
in forums I'll read at 3 AM
if I can't sleep.
Everywhere is too quiet now.
The ringing is louder than quiet.
I turn on the TV.
The ringing is still there,
underneath, over, through,
a sound that doesn't compete
with other sounds
because it's not a sound,
it's the space between sounds,
it's the proof that something
changed inside me.
I used to love this band.
I went to hear them.
Now I hear them
every time I close my eyes.
Not the music.
Just the ringing.
The sound of the show
still happening in my skull.