Absence can’t lend its ear to violence
Even voices journey through the silence
Nor the blare of music that plays through walls
Nor precious cup that smashes when it falls.
Silence expands beyond its one remit,
Not troubled by call, shout, or sudden hit.
As sounds find their way across the long days
While poets dismiss those rapt voices that praise
The pulse of presentations punch the ears
A sharp word cuts across, elicits tears
Silence embraces waves of ripples and sound,
Piles through inner voices that surround.
Friend of silence dwells without traces found,
Silence and sound remains unsplit, unbound
Where saints and sinner find their final rest
In some profound way, both know they’re blessed.
Silence writes itself in the music halls
Upon the mobile as it rings and calls
Babies murmur in pram while dogs do bark.
The wind clutches upon the singing lark
Silence knows no new friend nor ancient foe
No palpable additions come or go
We cannot find its presence, here or there,
Wordless realm leaves listener stripped and bare.
Tiny whispers that lovers share at night
Friend of silence that exposes its might
The breath that permeates the aroused ear
With passion and erotic touch so near.
I can’t even emit a single word
I cannot disrupt deep silence conferred
Written upon stars, written in the sand
I know this silence, forever at hand.