How in the silence beauty is held

Nothing is broken

Oh the music of silence that fills my ears

None can touch this wonder

This song without noise

This everlasting cloud of thickening quiet

It holds me in my emptiness

Long the wholeness, long the undoubting

I compose the nothingness that is everything

Bending the amazement to fake perfection

My voice is crying

Air in my lungs, heart in my sound

But there is nothing

I smile to myself, as I know

I live in silence