Silence was a priceless gift.

For there they could see the truth,

There they could read between the lines and see where lies blurred.

They could see it all.

They could see the pain and torment. The happiness and joy. The love and hate.

They could see it all.

They could feel it all.

Because they weren’t focusing on what was said, instead gazing upon one another.

Gazing and reading into every little detail.

Understanding so much at a new level which noise could not bring.

As silence was a priceless gift. One they finally understood its value.