He found only silence

His mouth contorted, searching for something to say, something meaningful to add. He found only silence

He yearned for it, anything even remotely interesting to share. He looked for it in every sliver and crevasse of his consciousness. His fervor oozed through every pore upon his skin; his desperation refracted through every bead of sweat upon his brow. He begged his mind to think of anything of value he could contribute -- anything at all.

He plunged into the depths of his creativity, and he found nothing there.