[Ode to Silence]

To the air that breathes no sound,
I beg to hear some words.
Vacant air can have no bounds,
Upon the things that I have heard.

Listening to the sound of still,
Nothing but a sting in my ear.
My mouth has to stop the will,
To say the things I want to hear.

Silence, oh the world alone.
Can bear a hefty charm.
Within the world of make-believe,
You may find the devil’s arms.

So silently I say to you,
Keep your lips sealed; Label them quiet.
For dear, this silence you love
Could turn this into a riot.

.Alyss.
2.8.11