sounds in silence

I was sitting alone that day, a little aloof, a little sad, don't know why and was listening to the sounds that came by. The wailing of a cat, a door opened to shoo it away and its closing. The distant ringing of a telephone and its fading away when it was answered. The other sound, the faintest of all but the most interesting that i found was that of the nib on the paper. The sound that was being caused by me while scribbling this down. How strange it is that in solitude we seek sounds and in noise the silence. It seems as if the unending demand of the 'missing' finds no end. Just recalled that commercial where they were saying that to talk we need no languages and yes it is true in the sense as almost anyone can watch a movie in an unknown language and yet understand it leaving out the nitty gritties.But haven't the sounds of artificiality surround us? Seems like I have got to get silent now, I am scribbling too much...