Would that all be silent

Oh, would that all be silent Save for those that ain’t And those who cannot write Be left alone to paint As I struggle with the syllables Shouting that “I cain’t”. But then again Some noise is fine Not so much yours But more so mine Perhaps, a twisted “turn of phrase” To set a lover’s heart ablaze Or stir the listless, idle mob Into a chanting, mindless rage For all our words are double barbed Depending on which edge is carved And who it is they wish to hook With twisted lies, and yellowed book For if silence be the loudest tone We all become the garden Gnome A clown to fill an empty spot For we once were but now are not Yet silence is a sacred thing But without voice it cannot sing Call a lover’s name or shout The rope just broke,,,,,LOOK OUT….LOOK OUT