Could it be the sound of a leaf falling gingerly to the ground, <br />or that of one’s heartache reaching out in muted screams of pain and longing? <br /> <br />Could it be the sound of a rosebud breaking gently into full bloom, <br />or that of one’s thoughts floating aimlessly in the vast emptiness of time and space? <br /> <br />Silence speaks, ever so eloquently, but no one stops to listen. <br /> <br />No one hears the sound of a portrait staring back at eyes that don’t see, <br />or that of a single teardropp threatening to unleash a torrent of despair. <br /> <br />No one hears the sound of a rainbow changing hues across a listless sky, <br />or that of deep slumber heaving dreams in rhythmic sighs. <br /> <br />What of the song that needed to be sung, <br />the letter that craved to be written, <br />the prayer that yearned to be said, <br />the promise that hankered to be fulfilled? <br /> <br />The language of silence is the language of serenity. <br />Serenity that resides in the heart and mind, <br />as well as in the senses; <br />that comes from embracing love, <br />attaining wisdom, <br />knowing contentment. <br /> <br />“Go placidly amid the noise and haste, <br />and remember what peace there may be in silence…”<br /><br />Denn Meneses<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-is-the-sound-of-silence/
