… | Billy Antonio
father/son talk
a language deeper
than silence
So Still
So peaceful
Like water traveling down a free-flowing stream.
You can hear everything
Crickets
Concerto’s
Rhythm & Blues
Anything you choose,
But most of all
You can hear your own heart
And the beautiful memories it brings
With every single beat.
No need for words
No need for sound
Listen to the silence
It’s such a beautiful sound.
Silence is complicated.
It can be comfortable and companionable
like the silence between us now.
We see others though, where silence rests heavily,
as they seek speech to connect them, to bridge the gap
of discomfort, which lies uneasily between them.
We will not allow this silence space,
Worse is the fear of a future silence, a cold space,
where we have nothing to say to each other.
A silence where we are still together, but distant, remote,
without feeling, drifting into our private spheres,
that we do not want to share. No connection, touching warmth,
but a place where we are unable to excite each other
even with conversation.
We know dangerous silences too, seething with an anger
that pours from our closeness and expresses itself,
tightly wound, as it passes through us.
We communicate this only too effectively
and may break ourselves, before this silent storm.
Speech could not help us anyway, it’s violent words
threaten only to separate us, to blow away the vestiges
of how we want to remain.
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Silence is snow falling outside your door
Turning the world into seamless white
Covering up all things ugly and impure
Quietly caressing the earth through the night
Silence is a mime telling stories without words
Using only features on his face recorded
He’s understood perfectly though his voice isn’t heard
By all that see him he’s greatly adored
Silence is a window through which one can look
Seeing wondrous things, but not hearing a sound
Silence is also realized in an interesting book
Where exciting stories can always be found
Silence is sitting and thinking your thoughts
No one can know whether they’re evil or good
But thoughts make up what your life has wrought
In your silent thoughts, try to think good