Silence. A few measures of rests, a welcome break in the usual song of broken voices and breaking glass. The slap of a palm on a cheek, a fist on an eye, a belt on anything that gets in its way. It's a horrible song, repetitive, with coda after coda, never ending, but the pauses are wonderful. They're short, far too short, and far too rare, so when they come you close your eyes, immerse yourself in them, erase everything so it's just you in the silence. Alone, safe, at peace. Until the music starts again.