as silence speaks,
they talk in their native language,
so loud that the deaf could hear.
In their artistry they ask for a moment,
in honor of the departed, we remain silence.
In their language they rob us a chance to share,
they rob us the vital sense of relationships,
repressing our feelings,
killing the desire to express ourselves.
In the sound of silence,
we are threatened,
we are uncertain whether to break it or not,
and in the naked light,
and we all recognise their presence.
It’s only when silence speaks,
that we are able to listen to our thoughts.