The soundless void of space, a great gift insulating our little world
From the deafening implosions and explosions
Of the heavens above and below, we’d never know
How hellishly loud they may be, the faint flicker of the stars
Is all we see, the ears are left alone, in silence
So that we may ponder the beyond, but the sound from another universe
The mind, keeps ticking day and night, the senses may be plugged
But the mind cannot be made silent, unless it chooses to sleep
In that great silence, could the sounds of creation be heard?
The silently conscious seek it, they are done with the company of sound
It’s ripples disturb the joy, from which may emanate great works
Only by walking the bridge of silence may the sea of sound be traversed
