Silence Eternal Poem by felix paintwhenpainted

silence
silence gold
wisdom old
trees grow older
jagged rocks bolder
one sound
that was never found
always a thud
or the sound of dripping mud
only in space
will there ever be silence for this race
noise polutes
concentration dilutes
the sound of a dull boot tread
or the bells of a couple wed
music played
victims flayed
in between the sound the widdows wailed
there was the silence of a dead man jailed

a sound that was never loud
for eternity all that was heard was the proud
but there was another ringing bell
one beyond hearing sight touch or smell
it was by many sought
and sometimes it was even bought
but never fully was there a gain
even its mention was dully slain
slightest whisper would drive it into the shadow
into the inner quite of our bone marrow
and each of us carried it around with us
but we looked for it with such a fuss
and as we searched and looked for the sound nobody could hear
for our sanity we started to fear

we traveled to the highest peeks
or locked ourselves in ancient stone keeps
when all else failed we tried ear plugs
or even tried noise suppressing rugs
but little did we know
that it didn't hide on the mountains of snow
but between each little whispers wave
slowly silence its promises gave

and in the end our ears started to wither
and we heard less and less of the endless blither
when finally we were lost for all hearing
then did we finally forget our yearning
for peace and quite of a fancy retreat
we were lost in the silence between the beat
and whether we were consumed by need infernal
now we could sit in silence eternal