A silent morning,
Kissed by a warm sunrise,
Slick with dew
A beautiful silence

The silence of 2 am
While the city sleeps,
All is still,
The silence is a freedom song

The silence when you leave,
Is far too often
To be ignored,
An empty silence of absence

A heart of echoes,
Only I seem to hear
Muffled under the roar,
Of a screaming silence consuming the air

Silence is a beauty
Yet a horror to conceive
All or nothing
And like Fortune, bittersweet
A lover and enemy.