Silence

Silence is the absence of energy No vibration, movement, or synergy Nature muted, physics frozen Molecular loss of motion Stillness, cessation, yet more Peaceful quiet we adore Or the calm before the storm A meditation to perform Tranquility without a note No rhythm or tempo to denote Without melody or harmony A sad musical larceny No instrument, no voice to sing No string to pluck or bell to ring No line or strain to play Not a single thing to say Silence is all and rules the day No wind to stir the leaves above No worm to turn the earth it loves No thunder the lightning to announce No sound at all to be pronounced Nothing, nothing at all to hear Is silence truly so very dear Give me noise, give me clamor Speak to me if you must stammer For silence is terrible fierce The mind is crushed the heart is pierced Walls close in and sight grows dim Silence after all is awful grim Silence is the permanent hymn Speak and break the soundless grip And from this silence let us slip To bask again in noise’ sweet glow And hear again a sweet hello Or a retort stinging sharp A jester’s joke, an angel’s harp Something, whatnot, anything at all Take me from this silent hall Silence is the forever pall Silence is the crushing doom The only sound within the tomb The toll to pay for our complaints Ever wishing for more restraints Silence now eternity taints