• The Silence whispers
    I can barely hear
    It blows in the wind
    far and near
    It echos in caves
    and trickles on walls
    It beckons you further
    and finally calls
    in between thunders
    jumping through rain
    inaudible wonders
    It breathlessly strains
    a noise from the distance
    through time and space
    I doubt Its existance
    as It jumps past my face
    I can't see or think or feel or taste
    only reach to hear
    the thing that I've chased
    and as It disappears
    into the night
    I can barely remember
    the point of this plight
    only the cold November
    tranquil call
    that didn't mean anything
    nothing at all