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

Date: 12/17/2016 8:46:00 PM

Very deep, Carole! And what a great ending to a lovely poem! It really makes one think!

Carole Duet
Date: 12/18/2016 2:10:00 AM

Thanks Bud. Thinking is good...singing is better. ;-)

Phil Capitano

Date: 9/20/2016 6:58:00 PM

Very nice Carole; interesting take on silence. PS: a song is what I hear when the silence disappears.

Carole Duet
Date: 9/21/2016 3:57:00 PM

Thanks, Phil. I'm glad you found it interesting and yes, I love music. I would love to be a lyricist.