silence speaks and real's an illusion
material immaterial and ephemeral eternal

that etched in stone a permanent lie
but lost speech ever swirls in the wind

eyes are not for sight but to reveal the hidden heart
ears not to hear but to conceal the strangers' minds

thanksgiving are boasts before man
of that which delight but not blessed woes

praise are deafening unutterable silence
heard and moved all to the highest heavens

and love's the beginning of all pain, ending in death
for such indeed is the answer to life