In the dream, the dead air had a voice

I'm at the board at 2am, the way I used to be, and between songs there's this stretch of silence that's started talking back. Not a voice exactly — more like the hum you hear when you press your ear to a seashell, except it's saying please, in a low loop, like a request line that never picks up. I wake up with that please still ringing in my head, and some part of me misses when silence was just silence, not a thing waiting to be filled.