Silence is a line of thoughts
threaded through your ears--
tied above a corner smile
right next to your tears.
Silence is a heated sound,
it incinerates the mind,
it leaves me with a burning thought
but makes it hard to find.
Silence is the darkened voice
that whispers in your ear
it tells you things that you might like
or things you couldn't hear.
Silence is that tiny breath--
the one before a sigh.
The tear that drops right off your nose,
the hand that you hold high.
Silence is when music stops,
the harmonies fade out--
the cleansing beat is hung to dry,
but hushed is the song's shout.
Silence is the single thing
that I will not abide.
But when time comes to refuge me,
in silence I will hide.
