Choices, Chances and Changes

It’s Saturday yet outside in quiet reverie – gentle and still

You hear nothing on each space for laughter to fill

The air is silent even the trees are unruffled 

The birds are not singing – hushed and muffled

Squirrels are not coming out from their slumber

Have they enough acorn to last a yonder, I wondered

The silence is enchanting except it resembles to a magnetic mess

The stillness feels like the temper and sound of sullenness

Thoughts scatter solely while words bellow and scream 

And the voices encased too shallow for an echo to gleam

The quiescent is suppressing yet it creates and contains serenity 

The hush empties the mind to the depths of ones’ soul – tranquil and sublime

As the eyes are becoming heavy – dazed like a trance

Listen to the heart’s murmur and relish beat enhanced

Feel the sequence of a guitar’s strand heightened inside you

Hear the hum of the wind as it coils and tints the morning dew

Slowly sway to the music as it weaves through in a steady glance

In your solace a heightened sensation calls – I am SILENCE!