Could it be the sound of a leaf falling gingerly to the ground,
or that of one’s heartache reaching out in muted screams of pain and longing?
Could it be the sound of a rosebud breaking gently into full bloom,
or that of one’s thoughts floating aimlessly in the vast emptiness of time and space?
Silence speaks, ever so eloquently, but no one stops to listen.
No one hears the sound of a portrait staring back at eyes that don’t see,
or that of a single teardropp threatening to unleash a torrent of despair.
No one hears the sound of a rainbow changing hues across a listless sky,
or that of deep slumber heaving dreams in rhythmic sighs.
What of the song that needed to be sung,
the letter that craved to be written,
the prayer that yearned to be said,
the promise that hankered to be fulfilled?
The language of silence is the language of serenity.
Serenity that resides in the heart and mind,
as well as in the senses;
that comes from embracing love,
attaining wisdom,
knowing contentment.
“Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence…”
Denn Meneses
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-is-the-sound-of-silence/
