The Music of the Spheres

[for the RealToads  prompt: Silence
I posted a poem on that theme yesterday,
written when I was young, and decided
I needed to write what silence means to me today.
The source of the quote used in the poem is unknown.
The image is from google : i-photos.us]

When the world walked two by two,
and she alone,
silence felt lonely.
And so the universe set her the task
of loving and enriching
solitude.

She began to observe
how people seemed to need
a lot of talk and noise
to know they were alive.
And so she listened
more deeply,
to the hum of the planet
and the music of the spheres,
to the way the night sky
seemed, almost, to sing,
and to the way Grandfather Cedar
breathed peace
like he was
speaking
straight into
her heart.

She tuned in to the
voice within,
wiser than any outer voice,
but taking far longer
to learn how
to trust.

At some point 
silence came to live inside her,
a vast, interior silence
where there were no words,
no thoughts, no worries,
a time when the sound of the sea
washed all away,
leaving behind only
peace,
presence, 
and joy.

And now she knows
all about
"the silence from which
all music comes".
It is her dearest friend.
Through it, the beautiful
symphony of life
plays like a mellow clarinet
on a summer afternoon,
warm and golden,
counterpoint to
the full brass band
of daily existence,
all inter-woven and living
mellifluously together
in her heart.