Silence endeared his passion a yearning to create,
to work, to write nothingness into somethingness.
Then he looked to Van Gogh, but a picture can not look back.
Was his life turmoil as so, and filled with disorganization and slack?
The fiber of creation, is indeed courage,
and for your notation, destruction to purge.
Why of all that roam this magical existence, only man has an unrelenting creative persistence?
Only a man with a truth or a lie can change the world for you and I.
Silence is an original song, the words and the melody are the quiet thoughts that belong.
The tide will rise and fall and time will be the same but the rhyme and the reason, they will all certainly change.