The Sound of Silence
Silence may be beautiful,
An emptiness that provides raw energy,
To live full belly for ages.
Silence may be cheerful,
A teardrop to the sharp wounds and pains,
To relief minds for ages.
Silence may be eventful,
A clash of the night shooting stars,
A bright firework for ages.
Silence may be sorrowful,
A march with the dead in black or white,
A fire burning flesh for ages.
Silence may be blissful,
A gift from almighty back in the heavenly days,
A dove crying in thirst for ages.
Silence may be doubtful,
The reaction of the stunned crowd at a game,
A stop to the drama of life for ages.
Silence may be tuneful,
The lyrics of Simon, the strumming of Garfunkel,
“And no one dared, disturb the sound of silence” for ages.