The thing about life is
that you never know
when it comes to an end.
Sometimes it makes sense,
but other times it just ends
in the middle of a sentence.
A big question is left behind
to who is still alive.
"Why?"
But the answer is so simple.
Because sometimes
life just ends in the mid...

The silence
is singing

but,
how can you
ever know

what it sounds like?

Is it like a flowing river

or

like the wind
when it blows through
the leaves

or maybe it is

like the bees
among the flowers
a sunny summer day?

How can you know
if the silence is singing
or
just being silent

maybe it is silent
now
or
maybe it is there
all the time
never stopping
just hanging in the ear
a song we all have learned

to ignore

maybe that is
the silence singing