In this brave new world of the Coronavirus and the social restriction imposed on daily living, recently, I noticed a new sound. What was it I heard? Well, it was the sound of SILENCE. One day while siting in my home just before I switched on the TV I heard the most wonderful sound outside my window. It was the sweet song of nightingale singing its heart out. I had never really heard the birds sings often as I live near a very busy road just like a lot of us do today. So I thought to myself why do I never really listen to the birds? Then in the quiet I remembered I couldn’t hear the noisy, bustling traffic so loud that I normally couldn’t hear myself think, never mind listen to the birds sing. In that moment I felt my disconnect with nature. So after hearing the truly beautiful sound of nightingale singing I was inspired to write this poem so that maybe others will take the time to listen to the birds too, while we still have the opportunity. It is also a call to highlight the decreasing number of nightingales found across the UK today.