If silence had a scent

it would smell like dust

built up over time

not the dust

in a kind old grandmothers home

but the dust

that rolls in

at the end of a battle

If silence had a scent

it would be

sharp

but you don’t quite know

where you have smelled it before

if silence had a scent

It would be an odd mix

of different things

of dust

of new

and of old

If silnce had a scent

It would be in my amortentia

It would be that of a freshly opened book

A newly painted canvas

one which you have to step back

to admire

If silence had a scent

It would be coffee

and a coll breeze

those little moments

of peace

before a day of chaos

If silence had a scent

I would bottle it up

and keep it all for myself

If silnec had a scent

It would be salty tears

wishing

and fears

If silence had a scent

It would be hard to trace

yet utterly remarkable

It would be impossible

to live without

It would fill the silence

with its sound