Silence and Sound

Silence, a gift that offers respite from sound. Practiced by librarians and the palace guard duty bound. A moment in night when all humans slumber, Opportunity to reflect on all thoughts encumber. But a world is found beyond the ears reach, Skitters and flutters, the tiniest screech. The bloom of the red rose seemed without voice But we cannot listen and we are given no choice. With science and magic, a glimpse we extend beyond human limits with speakers on lend. Silence is a gift that offers respite profound, but sometimes we need that which breaks awkward bound. A simple hello, a singer on stage, Memories are triggered from this mental cage. A nostalgic cough, a familiar sneeze, these things can take you to that old childhood breeze. Silence can release you from a troubling surrounding, but never can you recollect with naught but empty sounding. Treasure the laughs of your children of grand, Faces and colours are naught but desert sand. But words will jolt said memories to mind. Even if said sounds could be eloquent or Maligned. Silence is a gift that offers respite renowned But sound is a blessing of which we all surround.