Silence burns because it keeps us sane
enough to listen with expectation
to the quiet music of a lived life's river
and is banished from the traveler's story
by insistent thoughts that echo and rebound
down hushed, clip-clop streets at sunset.
Each noise - thunderclap or whispered love -
is invaded, shamed by black memories
of what we must say but now cannot;
until all is drowned by a passing car.
It is silence that allows us to hear
and accept the nature of our souls
The music of silence is the sound of souls breathing,
the slow, strong cadence of vigorous hearts beating
in the tumult of its living, until we set down our burden
to lay, finally, down and listen to the song of silence.
In a moment you can set sail on a rough and dangerous ocean,
one that leads to a magical continent of discovery.
It is the world of the didact.
It is the world of one's self.