"Silence"

In the quiet of the evening. When the thoughts of mind are nil.

You can hear the sound of silence. That's so tranquil and so still.

If you listen more intently. In awhile you'll come to know.

That it speaks a different language. Like the sound of falling snow.

Though we find we cannot touch it. There's a depth you can't deny.

It tends to captivate the listener. Like a touching last goodbye.

We are beckoned, like Ulysses to that peaceful inner space.

Where all burdens pains and sorrows. Disappear without a trace.

We know not what beholds us. But we feel that we have heard.

The infinity of life itself. And it spoke without a word.