a blank canvas
infinite potential
a new-born babe
of life essential

smallest dot
gives restriction
no longer naught
of revelation

for constriction
of light and dark
is no malediction
but vessel to spark

though gold the silence
and silver the speech
what good is silence
with none to teach

silence offers form to sound,
the tread of wisdom for life abound,
but without sound, as fallow ground,
lies the canvas, in whiteness drowned.