A silent house sat there, full of people who did not hear each other, so the house was silent
It also felt empty, as empty as an empty glass which longed to quench the thirst of the thirsty
Thirsty for someone to hear them, to listen
These people, each one of them was like a boat in the wide-open sea
Tossing around and thirsty
Till one day they alighted on the shores of an unknown land
A desert it was, once you crossed over the mountain near the sea
There, under the blazing sun and in the golden sands
A single flower was blooming in the desert
Something happened, a dazzling light, it felt like the flower
Was a candle burning brightly
Or was the flower like a woman dancing to her own music, unheard by others
Ah ha! So, silence is because we all have our own music? Which only we hear?
A clear mirror where we see ourselves and there we remain, silent, with ourselves
Like a woman who sees her reflection in a clear pond, no ripples, just still
Is stillness silent? No sound, no movement
Just silence and stillness
This music of ourselves, once we find it, we can hear, even the silence of another
Because that is their music
In wedlock, they bond you with a knot made of silk
Isn’t that strange? Bonded with a knot! But they do.
Two people committed to each other for life, they should have held hands
But there is a silken knot
And then they make a house, of bricks
Which is silent
And soon the laughter of children echoes through those bricks, sun baked
A brick, sun baked has the fossil of a single flower
The people in the house, they soon begin to hear each other, to listen
The single flower has powers you see
And like the golden loops that link up and make a chain
The silent music bonds them all, together
Is a chain a knot, a long string of knots? One gold, the other silk
A coffin is silent too
What music plays there? Who?
Is that where some of us finally listen to ourselves?
The burial, under a cold, starless rainy night
An old man walked slowly on the road and stopped to feed the skinny dog who was shivering on the street
There is music everywhere, if only we could hear.