I am struggling to find the words, but they say that silence is beautiful.
Enjoy the quiet
Don't speak
Don't make a noise
Silence is beautiful
What can I say that's worth breaking the spell?
It isn't worth it, I think
And my words remain unspoken

I always found beauty in the way my mother spoke
Poetic Russian phrases that hold no meaning in English
Nearly impossible to translate
Delicate strands of words lost in the swirl of languages and flattened by grammatical rules
Her voice writes script in my mind, runs unhindered, taunts the emptiness of silence
Her speech, untameable
A breath of freedom all at once
An unhindered expression of self in a single spoken moment
Beauty
To me it is heard
To me it is given and shared
She told me to sing more
But they say silence is beautiful

Her mouth effortlessly forms phrases I cannot forget
"Wisdom brings life
Wisdom shared multiplies it
And lights the darkness
And the world needs more light, God knows"

If silence is beautiful
Then my mind is hopelessly rotten
A roaring, tumbling, mess of a, mix of a, turn the world upside down, cacophony of sound
And through it all
I struggle to find the words
To make them as golden as my mother's
All I can manage is a weak copy

Tick tock
The world is not lighter
A small, sad swell against the infinite shore
Don't make a noise
Don't utter nonsense
Sit pretty
After all, silence is beautiful