It’s Quiet Here

It’s quiet here…

You feel it too, I can see that in your face
T like to feel the small silences between the noises
flow through my chest, just slowly
finding the narrow cracks and filling them gently
music, noice, voice, sound, eases the soul
but it’s silence that fills the gaps
finding deeper hurts and nursing them back to health
music touches the heart, but silence soaks in
till you feel empowered by the stillness of being
alone together in the silence
this is the contence of my head
but I can see the feeling flowing in you
whether you have yet put it in words, I do not know
though I do know that words have only subtracted
from that which I feel so strongly in my being

music is the flesh
slience is the marrow
that central stillness