I was drawn into the silence,
Like a carrot draws a hare,
I can't hear it,
Nor can I see it,
I simply know it's there.

The oaks let me know of a secret path,
They move and make me way,
Because we share the pain of silence,
The pain that will never go away.

I arrived to a lake of silence,
Where frogs sing their agony,
Where leaves float, far apart,
Where willows hide their apathy.
I stare into the surface.
A humble reflection stares back at me.
We understand each other,
For we both know,
Silence in agony.