The Song of the Silence

Ah, the song of the silence
what beauty and depth to each line.
So gracious whenever it portrays
the closure of days that were mine.

Sound may be draped by beauty
but `tis doomed to a bitter end.
Only silence can last forever;
the sole thing one cannot transcend.

Though sound have the gift of telling,
silence is much more profound.
Whilst stillness will never deceive thee,
sound is too often confound.

To stray from the path of unquiet.
Alas! A choice of such grief.
Yet compared to the still streams of silence
the bliss of the sound is so brief.

Aye, by the song of the Silence,
the words of the living will pale.
The truths in the realm of the quiet,
Bedimmed by no darkening veil.