When We Were Silent

When we were silent, we sat in the still,

Quiet passiveness of bottom-smooth stones.


When we whispered, it was like a river,

Running over our porous rock faces.


When we laughed is was like a shower of

Small pebbles falling, spilling over us.


And when we yelled, it was as if the world

Was crashing around us, engulfing us

In an avalanche of boulders and mud.


So we lived out our lives in sets of lines,

Each with ten syllables and words that we

Chose to describe us as musical ones,

As beings of rhythm, one with nature.


And from time to time we come out again

To perform for the world our symphony,

The orchestral sounds of a century.

The End

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