There is no silence absolute,
Not anywhere...
Not in the night,
Not in the day,
nor somewhere you search to find;
Sounds are heard everywhere,
some sweet and subtle, some acute;
Everything has a sound,
has voice,
Your breath,
The moonlight,
The sunset,
The stars in the night,
Your thoughts
of things you deem to protect,
They resonate,
Even a picture speaks,
A thousand words,
Unheard;
An object so antique
Tells stories,
In silence,
but with echoed sound,
of years gone by,
of people\'s hands and touch;
There is no silence absolute,
Nowhere you can find;
Except...
The exception is only one,
The smile and voice,
Of a person so dear,
You wait to see and hear,
For years and years gone by,
Yet they never come,
Never appear;
That\'s silence,
By pure definition,
Painful and Sheer....
Mirela Athanas (c)
November 2015