Silence Is…
How can one describe silence but as an impossible absence?
Even in solitude,
one finds company
in the echoes resonating off cavern walls—
thoughts we wish had remained in the dark.
If a tree falls in the woods,
and no one is around to hear,
does it still make a sound?
Even tree roots scream in silence
as they are ripped from the ground,
the forest weeping silently
for its fallen brother.
If silence is peaceful,
it’s because chaos is absent.
If silence is distressing,
it’s because an absence is felt.
Silence is
the absence of life.