Sunday, February 17, 2013

Resonance

walking the distance between silence and noise
holding the railings of memories
i jump over the pits and sometimes fall

the memory of a small baby's toothless laugh
untouched by the expectations
the same baby's breathless cries
so true that i shut my eyes

i sail to the sound
of an adult mirthless laughter
and the tear-less cry
the difference i hold in my hands

i traverse the road to a conversation
that i had with someone is my mind
it was beautiful, i played both parts
in that conversation in my mind

i see it stayed there, comfortable
as if afraid to come out of the lips

and then suddenly the silence speaks
so out of turn, so untrue
it rises and falls
like the ebb and the tide
sometimes it takes away
an expectation from the shore
bringing joy to the waiting spectator
and sometime it washes away
the writing on the sand
that was expected to last forever

a little way ahead,
in between my journey
the words are spoken
a memory is broken
falling from my hands
crashing down like a glass
creating a noise of  thick silence
of should have beens
and could have beens

and it resonates again
between the past and future
between one memory and another
that it is not the silence
it is not the words
but when the silence
and when the words