The Color of Silence

If you could paint a picture of silence What color would it be? Would you use a brush to paint the fog in shades of gray, a touch of brown to hush the season from all sound? Would eaves be dripping to the ground while windows weep with quiet tears Where solitude has blurred the view in states of lonely winter-lude? Would silence be a shade of green A forest deep, a muted scene No sound to scatter birds from trees No broken branch, or swaying grass Missteps that crackle the fallen leaves Untouched by clatter, harsh and rude? Would silence be as black as night A cave too deep for shards of light A void within a famished core A well of dark and empty shores? Or would silence be of many hues? A rainbow shade of morning dew A soft pastel of sun declining? No bedlam, blast or blare of noise Could break the spell, a silent voice As if the soul could slip away.... A hush, immense.....so sweet and keen, Like ghosts unseen, or angels soft as air... A silent sea, ....where mountains lend an ear As clouds pile high, ....and wait to hear... Only for this: such peace....such bliss A sound so small, ... as welcome as a sigh