Carole Duet Poet Rhyme

Silence

Silence is cold.
It's bought and it's sold.
Nothing to hear,
Yet it whispers,
  "Come near, my dear.
   Why do you plea?
   Now you're free to forget about me."


And I reply,
  "Can I face the unending space
   between you and me,
   between the mind and the heart,
   the near and the far,
   the then and the now,
   the why and the how?"

And it asks,
  "What would you hear if silence was broken?
   If I had just spoken?"

"A song."



By:  Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: 2006
"All Rights Reserved"

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White Wolf December 17, 2016 at 8:46 PM Very deep, Carole! And what a great ending to a lovely poem! It really makes one think! Carole Duet December 18, 2016 at 2:10 AM Thanks Bud. Thinking is good...singing is better. ;-)

Phil Capitano September 20, 2016 at 6:58 PM Very nice Carole; interesting take on silence. PS: a song is what I hear when the silence disappears. Carole Duet September 21, 2016 at 3:57 PM Thanks, Phil. I'm glad you found it interesting and yes, I love music. I would love to be a lyricist.