I say it is the sound of broken hearts,
Surging adrenaline,
Unheard curses
And unanswered prayers

I say it is the sound of peace,
The moment in which you can reflect
Upon what silence
Really means

That's what I say-
Only, of course,
I haven't actually
Said it

Silence is both bright
And rusty,
Polished and
Peppered with specks of oxide

It is what the moment
Dictates it should be
And with that,
One must be content

Or run the risk of breaking it