Silence speaks,
in volumes that ripple their thick base notes across the surface of my heart.
In silence swims the essence of memory,
a slippery persistent fish,
nibbling nerve endings of raw, familiar sorrows.
Silence rains with the gentle patter of teardrops against the windows of my dreams.
Oh, silence, too heavy to bear, so cruel a curse,
the weapon of choice for a fearful soul.
the sound of fear and woundedness,
it cringes in the shadows, and torments itself.
Silence trembles waiting in the doorway,
afraid to take that next small step,
a limbic dance between then and now.
the humbling voice of truth,
echoes across self deception,
and is heard in the cold glassy voice of mirrors past and present, mirrors I have known and loved,
self consciously reflecting what it hurts too much to hear.
Silence is the vacuum,
a pulsing void of the unknown waiting to become known.
as silence speaks,
It is the language of the dead whispering secrets across the veil,
icy words to remind and haunt,
elusive answers dangling between unspoken lines.
Silence speaks in sameness,
in difference,
Silence stands alone without keys to break its own code,
an insurmountable wall,
a deafening presence.
Yet Silence at its worst cannot survive without the spirit of another
to shine light into its darkness and kiss meaning onto its cold lips.
But silence has its sunset and sunrise.
It is the falling sun,
and the awakening moon.
Silence holds a music of its own,
It dances in the light
And rings with hope,
Like birdsong in the dark hours
Before dawn.
Silence is a gift,
A healing touch…
A solace to the mind;
The herald of the now.
An affirmation of distance,
Invisible hands that push away,
Yet in a change of heart
A beckoning of souls,
The drawing near
Of intimacy,
A holy communion.
Silence bristles with passion,
The connecting force
That vibrates the chords
Between two hearts,
A living entity,
Rich with meaning.
Silence with soul, breathes
The song of the living,
The turn of the seasons,
The waiting breath for a baby’s cry,
The resting place for a body
Whose being walks another plane.
Silence holds power.
The Master musician knows.
In that instant between two notes
The silence dwells,
Defines their diversity and
Enhances the beauty of their union.
Silence is the tide
Between all islands,
A portent of emotion,
The song of the heavens,
And the swell of the heart,
Silence, whose connecting force
Tunes the keys of all instruments,
Lives, and its unsung harmony endures
Beyond life’s symphony, through the final curtain fall.


Wendy  Slee

Yoongarillup, Australia

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Artist's Description

There are some moments in life where the only response can be a deep and encompassing silence.
Yet no word describes this, there is nothing that can be said or written.
I tried to describe what silence is to me and still wish there was a key on this computer that was the designated symbol for honoring silence, so that when I look at an image where my breath is held and no words come, I could show you the symbol and you would understand.

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