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You do not speak,
Never an echo,
You dance on the floor boards,
Yet your feet make no sound,
Your steps,
Far from heavy,
You tread gently
Ever so lightly
You make footsteps of a feather seem much heavier.
Even in the midst of noise,
You are there,
Just a little farther out
Where no one cares,
Yet when I listen intently,
I feel you there,
Waiting patiently on the calm,
Then you float gently over us all
Bidding us pause for a moment or two.
You bring a hush,
A world of quiet,
Sometimes deafening,
You are absolute,
You pick your moments,
You do pick ‘em well,
Never calling attention
Yet you do command it.
We cannot help but notice
When you walk in,
Because sometimes silence is the loudest noise.
The pleasant noise is the one that comes from joyful moments.
ReplyDeleteArmah, it sure is bro, it sure is....have a pleasant week....
ReplyDeleteI tell you what...I was a bit lost on your theme but all I can say is: He who establishes his argument by noise and command shows that his reason is weak.
ReplyDeleteBenedicta, funny thing about this piece, quite a number of themes can fit perfectly. you towed my original theme in the end but others have brought in some pretty interesting themes too that fit. you could even argue the divine.. never met you here before, pls do come again. wud love to hav you. gud morning...
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