Sci Fi Story about Murder

I am getting very strange,
spending my days
begging the buzzing-
through-the-sky
to keep me from

silence, refusing to age.

The lack of sound
is like a shadow
masking the sun.
In twilight I don't laugh.
I only fear the withdrawal
of speech, withholding
of sense, unmet standards
that compel the invisible
judges to say no.