Wednesday, August 14, 2013
"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music."
Silence, from which all music comes,
her dearest friend, lives in her heart.
While others mark their hours with sound,
an inner music she has found.
In that vast silence, held within,
are stems and leaves of who she is,
tendrils through the years unfurled,
at home within the bigger world.
Counterpoint to the full brass band
of daily existence's loud roar,
is the Listener Within, content to Be,
who hears a cosmic symphony
The music of life plays through her soul
like a mellow clarinet weaving its notes
through golden summer afternoons
that will be silenced all too soon.
Posted for Mary's prompt at Poetry Jam : The Sounds of Silence, a song by Simon and Garfunkle that I loved back in the day, and love still.