a broken heart intones a voiceless song resonating a refrain of Silent echoes in a voice that never heard a word yet spoke so clearly ... lingering in realms of subtle ambiance
soundless remnants stacked neatly as building blocks; another brick in a wall, already too tall to see beyond— growing like a bunker without a sense of safe harbor
as the Silence became time and space, a stillness beset the melancholy air as if a world without song foreboding an unpredictable storm beget vestiges of broken windfall, reticent leftovers hushed after a gale
s i l e n t l y
an acorn fallen — became a mighty Oak
a wind-broke twig — became a weeping willow
a neglected child — became mother nature's son
the Silence became a blind prophet — in its voice held forth smatterings of truth and undertones of an unrequited fool’s hope
the Silence became a strong, abrupt rush of wind uttering voiceless exhalations of breath; a hovering dawn mist befallen after a summer storm— surrounding all in all bedewed in a feigned peace
raindrops faintly laughing as they prance along the leaves watercress dancing gently twirling slowly in the creek a deer’s neck softly brushing like a whisper against a tree the sun is rising in the forest with hushed tones of red on green a brusk barista whose soul is wounded wants to cry but bravely greets the first blush of sweet dawn's morning ignites resplendent things unseen
Quiet. It is so very quiet. The sound, not quite silence. Rather, like a heavy snow fall, it adds to the hushed quiet, and so creates a larger, deeper silence, vast as an icy sea, small as a single snowflake, falling from a cloudy sky.
Quiet. Yes. A silence of three parts, but the third I shall not name here.