He felt almost like he'd lost hearing altogether, the quiet was that profound.
'The silence is deafening,' yeah.
He turned on the TV in an effort to fill it. Then he moved through the loft turning everything else on -- hopelessly, defiantly unlike himself.
He extended his hearing slowly, from the loft on out, until he was listening to what should have been a cacophony but now just wasn't enough.
He dialed it back down, knowing that he could hear the sounds but that it didn't help... the silence wasn't in his ears, it was in his soul, without Sandburg here.