Music in silence
Is the swish of leaves on trees
The shush of the breeze
The smiles on buttercups
The sweet clovers wishing you luck
The coy wiles of roses
And the big blue sky that never imposes
The sound of frost creeping over every
         blade of grass at night
The first, and last, few rays of light
The brush of feathers
And dew straining on silken tethers
The silhouette of seas afar
The promise and hush of sleepy stars
The sun warmed dirt beneath our feet;
The song of silence never misses a beat