The silence is not silent
If you listen,
You will hear the roar
Of the quiet
An absolute oxymoron
It is strange,
How peaceful it is,
Yet at the same time,
Not
It is chaotic
Springing
And leaping
Prancing
And singing
Hushes in the dark of night
Birdsong in the bright of day
If silence was a color,
It would be silver
Spools of silver thread,
Strings of silk webs
It sounds like a waterfall,
A river,
A sea
There are depths to the silence,
That will never be entered,
Will never be found,
Never discovered
An orchestra of unknown instruments
A phantom opera
A mirage of sound
It is everything it is not
A clap,
A crack,
A crash
A shattering of shards
Silence is but sound
And sound is but silence
Ying and Yang
There is beauty in opposites
In the emptiness
In the silence