Loud and endless screams that  hit these streets in every city that exists in this God forsaken world are fading out. Voices are silenced. The streets are silent with the exception of old geezers who have selective hearing.

RIP

There are some qualities some incorporate things,
That have a double life, which thus is made A type of that twin entity which springs    
From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade. There is a two-fold Silence sea and shore   
Body and soul. One dwells in lonely places,    
Newly with grass o’ergrown; some solemn graces, Some human memories and tearful lore, Render him terrorless: his name’s “No More.” 
He is the corporate Silence: dread him not!    No power hath he of evil in himself; But should some urgent fate (untimely lot!)    
Bring thee to meet his shadow (nameless elf, That haunteth the lone regions where hath trod No foot of man,) commend thyself to God!

Edgar Allan Poe

I am impressed Amaranthine.  Much to be said about this American writer. I for one was always lured too and intrigued with his tales of mystery.