Silence….

Silence is the frame, the core and the strain,

Extended to the roof and back to the source,

But silence is still the player in that scene,

As words are extra and silence is the main,

Waves are moving forth and come back,

While worries don’t go and keep next to pain,

So hard to be broken,

So soft to form bridge,

Beauty and sorrow are types of the stain,

When death and life becomes equal pleasure,

We must see out of those solid walls,

Where love is the trigger,

That makes sense to puzzle,

And ads taste to measure,

And gives wheels to train,

Silence is the strain,

Silence is the strain….

12/4/2002