In Defence of Silence

In defence of silence my passion great,
I feel you burning, your mind craves need.
Lost I am, with blissful pride!
Why I know not, I am young,
yet listen, speak not with your tongue.....

Listen loud, hear not the birds.
I give thee chaos, now we must learn.
What? I hear you cry out loud!
Speak not to me, nor to yourself,
speak not at all, fear not the wroth.....

Must all we say be loud and clear,
or must we reason with our fear?
I say my bliss of ignorance gone,
brings craving, hunger, thought and words,
to move on now we need no goal.....

No goal? Says thee in wonder and despair,
A ha! I have you, open and bare.
Without a goal just what are we?
I hear you thinking, why, why me?
Why we are all, and one and in.
Just listen loud, hear not the birds.....

I reap the glory from your heart.
In wroth you give, like the devils martyr.
I cannot see! I cannot see!
Do not despair my child of wonder,
for all things fair, look loud see not the clouds.....

Keep on the path you wrongly follow,
for all lead lead to the very same furrow.
It’s me that cannot bear the pain,
of seeing you, easy lain.
I strive and search and push for more,
Yet you do live in comfort.....

In defence of silence my compassionate,
living is the flow of sound with beauty pulsing.
I just need one solitary moment,
one living breathing beat of nothing,
My defence of silence is full of holes.
But, in defence of silence let us not ring poles!
Just..... listen! Speak not with your tongue.

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By Matt Oldfield