Clock chimed on a distant wall. Notes of a distant song echoed in the dining room 
They are part of yet another routine meal with that deafening silence around them
Not a murmur of any conversation ,not an anecdote shared, not a memory relived... 
The silence is almost like a being breathing heavily down upon.. There is no comfort in its embrace
What surrounds is aloofness, a certain  detachment ...
Clinking and clanking of dinner ware giving a welcome break.. 
This is the passage of time to repeat  again and again, endlessly and relentlessly...