The beauty of music
is in the written notes that are to be heard
The beauty of a poem
is in the shaking voice that is about to read it out loud
The beauty of love
is in the two breaths that break the strained atmosphere
The beauty of everything
is in disturbing the undiversified silence that reigns all around

Silence is peaceful
or at least that is what people say
they say they NEED it
to calm them
to bring them comfort
But to me silence brings only
agony
and loneliness
and emptiness
and pain
And why would I need silence to give these to me
when I already have them from you?