Things are told sometimes in silence,
They are told sometimes through eyes.
When I stand I search for balance,
Eyes are dry from when one cries.

Words are useless, just like phrases,
Just like any complex speech.
Follow up from morning races,
One left speechless, let's not preach.

Silence, simply song for deaf,
Crazy melody for soul.
He was sane and now he left,
He was only playing role.

Silence will one day collapse..
Rooms... are quite from before....
Mouth sealed with sticky wax.
Silence, thing, that I adore.