The hives went quiet and I felt like a ghost

In the dream, every frame is empty but the combs still hum with a sound I can't place—like the memory of bees, not the bees themselves. I'm walking between the hives and the silence is so heavy it feels like the apiary is holding its breath, and I realize I've been waiting for it to say something, but maybe the point is that it already said everything it had to say and I just wasn't listening.